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Franz Joseph Haydn (arr.)
(1732 - 1809)
My love was once a bonny lad (The Flowers of Edinburgh)
(Soprano/Tenor,Violin,Keyboard)
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My love was once a bonny lad (The Flowers of Edinburgh)
(Soprano/Tenor,Violin,Keyboard)
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147603 : Haydn (arr.) : My love was once a bonny lad (The Flowers o... : sheet music
Catalogued as Choral - Secular (Songs and Concert Airs)
Composers since the time of Purcell, H. had been attempting to harmonise Scots tunes, particularly the pentatonic, empathetically. Haydn's attempts were more popular than most, albeit no more successful.
Lyrics: Anon
My love was once a bonny lad,
He was the flower of a' his kin;
The absence of his bonny face
Has rent my tender heart in twain;
I day nor night find no delight,
In silent tears I still complain;
And exclaim 'gainst those my rival foes,
That hae ta'en from me my darling swain.
Despair and anguish fill my breast
Since I have lost my blooming rose;
I sigh and moan, while others rest,
His absence yields me no repose.
To seek my love I'll range and rove
Thro' ev'ry grove and distant plain:
Thus I'll ne'er cease, but spend my days
To hear tidings from my darling swain.
My love was once a bonny lad,
He was the flower of a' his kin;
The absence of his bonny face
Has rent my tender heart in twain;
I day nor night find no delight,
In silent tears I still complain;
And exclaim 'gainst those my rival foes,
That hae ta'en from me my darling swain.
Despair and anguish fill my breast
Since I have lost my blooming rose;
I sigh and moan, while others rest,
His absence yields me no repose.
To seek my love I'll range and rove
Thro' ev'ry grove and distant plain:
Thus I'll ne'er cease, but spend my days
To hear tidings from my darling swain.