Key signature: Eminor
Submitted on February 14th 2006 by MBAC.
This tune has been added to 11 tunebooks.
X: 1
T: On A Bank Of Flowers
M: 4/4
L: 1/8
R: hornpipe
K: Emin
EF|G2 E2 E2 FG|F2 E2 E2 GA|BABc BAGA|F2 E2 E2 GA|
B2 B2 B2 e2|e3d B2 GA|B2 cBAG F2|G2 E2 E2 B2|
B2 e2 e2 e2|e3d B4-|B2 cBAG F2|G2 B6|
A2 cBAG F2|G2 E2 E2 EF|G2 B2 B2 ^c^d|e2 B2 B2 g2|
f2 e2 gfe^d|e6 EF|G2 B2 B2 ^c^d|e2 B2 B2 g2|
f2 e2 gfe^d|e4 z2 ga|b2 g2 g2 ab|a2 d2 d2 ef|
g2 e2 e2 fg|f2 B2 B2 GA|BABc BAGA|BABc B2 g2|
f2 e2 gfe^d|e8|BAGA BABA|G2 A B2 c B2|A6 d2|[B8e8]|
Scottish popular song, lyrics by Robert Burns.
The original is in C minor, but as I use to play it in E minor, I've submitted this in that key. The original is a three voices arrangement (If someone wants it, ask me, it's a nice version), I tried to make only one voice with them.
Lyrics: (the song repeats words and prases)
On a bank of flowers, in a summer day,
for summer lightly (lightly) drest,
the youthful blooming Nelly lay,
with love and sleep opprest
(with love and sleep opprest
the youthful blooming Nelly lay,
with love and sleep opprest
with love and sleep opprest
On a bank of flowers, in a summer day,
for summer lightly drest,
the youthful blooming Nelly lay,
with love and sleep opprest)
When Willie wand'ring thro' the wood,
Who for her favour oft had sued;
He gaz'd, he wish'd,
He fear'd, he blush'd,
And trembled where he stood
(And trembled where he stood).
Her closed eyes, like weapons sheath'd,
were seal'd in soft repose,
Her lip as she fragrant breath'd,
It richer dyed the rose;
The springing lilies, sweetly prest,
wild-wanton kissed her rival breast;
He gaz'd, he wish'd,
he fear'd, he blush'd,
His bosom ill at rest.
Her robes, light-waving in the breeze,
her tender limbs embrace;
her lovely form, her native ease,
all harmony and grace;
tumultuous tides his pulses roll,
a faltering, ardent kiss he stole;
He gaz'd, he wish'd,
he fear'd, he blush'd,
And sigh'd his very soul.
As flies the partridge from the brake,
On fear-inspired wings,
So Nelly, starting, half-awake,
Away affrighted springs;
but Willie follow'd as he should,
he overtook her in the wood;
He vow'd, he pray'd
He found the maid
forgiving all, and good.
R. Burns, 1789
# Posted on February 14th 2006 by MBAC