by William Smyth (1765 - 1849)
O would I were but that sweet
Language: English
O would I were but that sweet linnet! That I had my apple-tree too! Could sit all the sunny day in it, With nothing but singing to do! I'm weary with toiling and spinning; And Dermot I never can see, Nor sure am I Dermot of winning, There's never good luck for poor me! I tried with my sweetest behaviour To tell our good priest my distress; And ask'd him to speak in my favour, When Dermot came next to confess. But he said I was but a beginner, And from love and temptation must flee! So if love will but make me a sinner, There's never good luck for poor me! Ye Saints, with the Virgin! Believe me, I join with the priest in your praise! Contrive but my Dermot to give me, And I'll love you the length of my days. In vain would they bid me be wiser, And never my Dermot to see, Bad luck to advice and adviser! Good luck! To dear Dermot and me!
Authorship:
- by William Smyth (1765 - 1849) [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 Ludwig van Beethoven (1770 - 1827), "O would I were but that sweet", WoO. 154 (12 Irische Lieder) no. 9, G. 225 no. 9, published 1812/3 [ voice, piano, violin, violoncello ] [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- GER German (Deutsch) [singable] (Georg Pertz) , "Das verliebte Mädchen"
Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2005-09-18
Line count: 24
Word count: 170