The Scotch lover's lamentation (Andreas Stenberg)

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  • (Posted 2014-05-14)  CPDL #32009:     
Editor: Andreas Stenberg (submitted 2014-05-14).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 476 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: The work is free for non-commercial use. The composer would apriciate if he is contacted (as a courtesy) before any performance of the piece.

General Information

Title: The Scotch Lover's Lamentation: OR, GILDEROY's Last FAREWEL.
Composer: Andreas Stenberg
Lyricist:

Number of voices: 4 vv   Voicing: SSAA
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 2014
Description: A setting of an English 18th Century Broadsideballade text and with its associated melody.

External websites:

Original text and translations

English.png English text

1  Gilderoy was a bonny Boy,
had roses tull his shun,
His stockins made of the finest silk,
his garters hanging duwn:
It was a comely sight to see,
he were so trim a Boy;
He was my Joy and Heart's Delight,
my handsom Gilderoy.
3  My Gilderoy and I was born
both in one Town together,
Not passing seven years ago,
since one did love each other:
Our Daddies and our Mammies both,
were cloath'd with mickle joy,
To think upon the bridal-day,
betwixt I and my Gilderoy.
5  In mickle joy we spent our time,
till we was both fifteen,
Then gently he did lay me down,
amongst the leaves so green;
When he had done what he could do,
he rose and gang'd his woy,
But ever since I lov'd the Man,
my handsom Gilderoy.

 

6  While we did both together play,
he kiss'd me o're and o're;
Geud faith it was as blith a day,
as e'er I saw before;
He fill'd my heart in e'ry vein,
with love and mickle joy;
But when shall I behold again,
mine own sweet Gilderoy?
7  'Tis pity Men should e'er be hang'd,
that takes up Womens geer,
Or for their pelfering sheep or calves,
or stealing cow or mare;
Had not our laws been made so strict,
I'd never lost my Joy,
Who was my Love and Heart's Delight,
my hansom Gilderoy