by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
The turtle‑dove coos round my cot
Language: English
Swift flew the day and merry passed the hours While o'er the broom my love and I did stray; Bright seemed the sun, more fragrant were the flowers, Ere my sweet William left his native home. The turtle-dove cooes round my cot, Murm'ring for her absent dear, With her I mourn my widowed lot For my dear William is not here. To guard his native home from harm Far o'er the salt seas roams my dear, And nature's sweets no more can charm, For my dear William is not here.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by James Hook (1746 - 1827), "The turtle-dove coos round my cot" [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 12
Word count: 90