by William Smyth (1765 - 1849)
The Wandering Minstrel
Language: English
"I am bow'd down, with years, And fast flow my tears, But I wander, I mourn not, Your pity to win: 'Tis not age, want, or care, I could poverty bear 'Tis the shame of my heart That is breaking within." Thou are bow'd down with years, And fast flow thy tears, But why dost thou wander No pity to win? Were it age, were it care, We could soothe, we could share, But what is the shame Thy sad bosom within? "Oh, if thou should'st hear From splendour's high sphere The sorrow, the tale, Which these notes may convey! Think, think of past hours, Thy dear native bowers, And turn not, my love, From thy father away." 'Tis from Erin so dear The lay that we hear, Then welcome tha minstrel And welcome the lay: But where are the bowers, And what are the hours, And where is the daughter That wander'd away? "What peace thou hast known, Since from me thou hast flown! And, Eveleen, think But how wretched am I! O let me but live Thy fault to forgive, Again let me love thee, And bless thee, and die!" O cease then thy song, She has languished too long; She hoped not thy smile Of forgiveness to see: She sunk at the word, Thy voice when she heard And she lives (if she lives) But for virtue and thee.
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), "The Wandering Minstrel", WoO 157 no. 11 (1814-5), from 12 songs of various nationalities, no. 11 [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- GER German (Deutsch) (Georg Pertz) , "Der wandernde Barde"
Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2005-12-08
Line count: 48
Word count: 232