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On the banks of Allan Water, | |||
When the sweet spring tide did fall, | |||
Was the miller's lovely daughter, | |||
Fairest of them all. | |||
For his bride a soldier sought her, | |||
And a winning tongue had he, | |||
On the banks of Allan Water, | |||
None so gay as she. | |||
On the banks of Allan Water, | |||
When brown autumn spreads its store, | |||
There I saw the miller's daughter, | |||
But she smiled no more. | |||
For the summer grief had brought her, | |||
And a soldier false was he; | |||
On the banks of Allan Water, | |||
None so sad as she. | |||
On the banks of Allan Wa-ter, | |||
When the wintry snow fell fast, | |||
Still was seen the miller's daughter; | |||
Chilling blew the blast. | |||
But the mill-er's lovely daughter, | |||
Both from cold and care was free; | |||
On the banks of Allan Water, | |||
There a corse lay she. | |||
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CPDL #25566:
Sibelius 6
- Editor: Ian Haslam (submitted 2012-02-11). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 53 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Allan Water
Composer: Henry Elliot Button
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1907
Description: Originally published by Novello and Co, Part song number 1037. Keyboard accompliment only for rehearsal.
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Original text and translations
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On the banks of Allan Water,
When the sweet spring tide did fall,
Was the miller's lovely daughter,
Fairest of them all.
For his bride a soldier sought her, And a winning tongue had he, On the banks of Allan Water, None so gay as she.
On the banks of Allan Water, When brown autumn spreads its store, There I saw the miller's daughter, But she smiled no more.
For the summer grief had brought her, And a soldier false was he; On the banks of Allan Water, None so sad as she.
On the banks of Allan Wa-ter, When the wintry snow fell fast, Still was seen the miller's daughter; Chilling blew the blast.
But the mill-er's lovely daughter, Both from cold and care was free; On the banks of Allan Water, There a corse lay she.