by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
The lass with the delicate air
Language: English
Young Molly who lived at the foot of the hill, Whose fame every virgin with envy doth fill, Of beauty is blessed with and so ample a share They call her the lass with the delicate air. With the delicate air, Men call her the lass with the delicate air. One evening last May as I traversed the grove In thoughtless retirement, not dreaming of love. I chanced to espy the gay nymph, I declare She really did have a most delicate air, A most delicate air, She really did have a most delicate air. By a murmuring brook on a green mossy bed A chaplet composing, the fair one was laid. Surprised and transported I could not forbear With rapture to gaze on her delicate air, On her delicate air, With rapture to gaze on her delicate air. A thousand times o'er I repeated my suit But still the tormentor affects to be mute. Then tell me ye swains who have conquered the fair How to win the dear lass with the delicate air, With the delicate air, How to win the dear lass with the delicate air.
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 Michael Arne (1741 - 1786), "The lass with the delicate air" [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Steven Lawrence
This text was added to the website: 2009-04-01
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Word count: 189