I love in Isas bed to lie O such a joy and luxury The bottom of the bed I sleep * And with great care I myself keep Oft I embrace her feet of lillys But she has goton all the pillies. Her neck I never can embrace But I do hug her feet in place But I am sure I am contented And of my follies am repented I am sure I'd rather be In a small bed at liberty
A Garland for Marjory Fleming
Song Cycle by Richard Rodney Bennett (1936 - 2012)
1. In Isas bed  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Authorship:
- by Marjory Fleming (1803 - 1811)
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* Note by the poet: "... I disturbed her repose at night by contunial figiting and kicking but I was very contunialy at work reading the Arabin nights entertainments which I could not have done had I slept at the top."Researcher for this page: Carol Rasmussen
2. A melancholy lay  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Three Turkeys fair their last have breathed And now this worled for ever leaved Their father and their mother too Will sigh and weep as well as you Mourning for their offspring fair Whom they did nurse with tender care Indeed the rats their bones have cranch'd To Eternity are they launched Their graceful form and pretty eyes Their fellow fowls did not despise A direful death indeed they had That would put any parent mad But she was more than usual calm She did not give a single dam Here ends this melancholy lay Farewell poor turkeys I must say
Authorship:
- by Marjory Fleming (1803 - 1811)
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Researcher for this page: Carol Rasmussen3. On Jessy Watsons elopement  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Run off is Jessy Watson fair Her eyes do sparkel, she's good hair But Mrs. Leath you now shal be Now and for all Eternity Such merry spirits I do hate But now it's over and to late For to retract such vows you cant And you must now love your galant But I am sure you will repent And your poor heart will then relent Your poor poor father will repine And so would I if you were mine But now be good for this time past And let this folly be your last
Authorship:
- by Marjory Fleming (1803 - 1811)
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Researcher for this page: Carol Rasmussen4. Sweet Isabell  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Here lies sweet Isabell in bed Wearing a nightcap on her head Her skin is soft her face is fair And she has very pretty hair She and I in bed lie nice And undisturbed by rats or mice She is disgusted by Mister Worgan Although he plays upon the organ A not of ribans on her head Her cheak is tinged with concious red Her nails are neat her teeth are white Her eyes are very very bright In a conspicuos town she lives And to the poor her money gives Here ends sweet Isabellas story And may it be much to her glory
Authorship:
- by Marjory Fleming (1803 - 1811)
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Researcher for this page: Carol Rasmussen5. Sonnet on a Monkey  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
O lovely O most charming pug Thy graceful air and heav'nly mug The beauties of his mind do shine And ev'ry bit is shaped so fine Your very tail is most devine Your teeth is whiter than the snow You are a great buck and a [bow]1 Your eyes are of so fine a shape More like a christians than an ape His cheeks is like the roses blume Your hair is like the ravens plume His noses cast is of the roman He is a very pretty [weoman]2 I could not get a rhyme for roman And was oblidged to call it weoman
Authorship:
- by Marjory Fleming (1803 - 1811)
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View original text (without footnotes)1 beau.
2 to rhyme with 'roman'
Researcher for this page: Carol Rasmussen
Total word count: 486