by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson (1878 - 1962)
Sam Spraggon
Language: English
From Wolsingham to Frosterley I strode one winter's morning, And ho ! my heart was scorning All sleepyheads and lie-abeds That drew the clothes about their heads Instead of striding on with me From Wolsingham to Frosterley. From Wolsingham to Frosterley I hobble this spring morning, Too old and bent for scorning, And longing just to lie abed And never lift again my head, Instead of hobbling wearily From Wolsingham to Frosterley.
Authorship:
- by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson (1878 - 1962), "Sam Spraggon", appears in Whin, first published 1918 [author's text checked 1 time 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 Ivor (Bertie) Gurney (1890 - 1937), "Sam Spraggon", 1920. [voice and piano] [text not verified]
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This text was added to the website: 2009-01-30
Line count: 14
Word count: 72