The banks of the Tweed (Harriett Abrams)

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Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2022-12-01).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 125 kB   Copyright: CC BY SA
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General Information

Title: The banks of the Tweed
Composer: Harriett Abrams
Lyricist: Anonymous
Number of voices: 3vv   Voicings: SSB or TTB
Genre: SecularGlee

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: c.1795 (n/d)
Description: From "A Collection of Scotch Songs harmonized for 2 & 3 Voices". Verses 2 and 3 were not included by Miss Abrahams, and have been imported from other song-books.

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Original text and translations

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To the soft murm'ring streams I will sing of my love,
How delighted I am when abroad I can rove
To indulge a fond passion for Jockey my dear!
When he's absent I sigh, but how blithe when he's near;
'Tis thus rural amusement delights my sad heart;
Come away to my arms love and never depart.
To his pipe I could sing, for he's bonny and gay:
Did he know how I lov'd him, no longer he'd stay.

Neither linnet or nightingale sing half so sweet;
And the soft melting strain did kind echo repeat:
It so ravish'd my heart, and delighted my ear.
Swift as lightning I flew to the arms of my dear.
She, surpriz'd, and detected, some moments did stand;
Like the rose was her cheek, and the lily her hand,
Which she plac'd on her breast, and said, Jockey, I fear
I have been too imprudent: pray, how came you here?

For to visit my ewes, and to see my lambs play,
By the banks of the Tweed and the groves I did stray:
But, my Jenny, dear Jenny, how oft have I sigh'd,
And have vow'd endless love, if you'd be my bride:
To the altar of Hymen, my fair one, repair;
Where the knot of affection shall tie the fond pair;
To the pipe's sprightly notes the gay dance we will lead,
And will bless the dear grove, by the banks of the Tweed.