by Robert Crawford (flourished 18th century or earlier)
Tweedside
Language: English
What beauties does Flora disclose, How sweet are her smiles upon Tweed! Yet Mary's, still sweeter than those, Both nature and fancy exceed. No daisy, nor sweet blushing rose, Not all the gay flowers of the field, Nor Tweed gliding gently through those, Such beauty and pleasure can yield. 'Tis she does the virgins excel, No beauty with her can compare; Love's graces around her do dwell, She's fairest where thousands are fair. Say, charmer, where do thy flocks stray? Oh! tell me at noon where they feed; Shall I seek them on sweet-winding Tay? Or the pleasanter banks of the Tweed?
Authorship:
- by Robert Crawford (flourished 18th century or earlier) [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 (Franz) Joseph Haydn (1732 - 1809), "Tweedside", JHW. XXXII/5 no. 368, Hob. XXXIa no. 206. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2012-08-14
Line count: 16
Word count: 102