Galashiels
Language: English
Ah the poor shepherd's mournful fate, When doom'd to love, and doom'd to languish, To bear the scornful fair-one's hate, Nor dare disclose his anguish. Yet eager looks and dying sighs, My secret soul discover, While rapture trembling through mine eyes, Reveals how much I love her. The tender glance, the red'ning cheek, O'erspread with rising blushes, A thousand various ways they speak, A thousand various wishes. For oh! that form so heav'nly fair, Those languid eyes so sweetly smiling, That artless blush, and modest air, So fatally beguiling. Thy every look, and every grace, So charm whene'er I view thee; Till death o'ertake me in the chace, Still will my hopes pursue thee. Then when my tedious hours are past, Be this last blessing given, Low at thy feet to breathe my last, And die in sight of heaven.
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by (Franz) Joseph Haydn (1732 - 1809), "Galashiels", JHW XXXII/3 no. 153, Hob. XXXIa no. 179. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2009-12-29
Line count: 24
Word count: 140