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Happy Love 193
72 THE BANKS OF BRANDYWINE
For a text and references see Mackenzie, pp. 186-187. For a text including a stanza similar to stanza 2 of the Michigan texts see Six Hundred and Seventeen Irish Songs and Ballads, p. 66. Version A is from the Gernsey manuscript.
A
1 One morning very early in the pleasant month of May, As I walked out to take the air, all nature being gay,
The moon had not quite sailed her fear, but through the woods
did shine As I wandered for amusement on the banks of Brandywine.
2 By many a rough and craggy rock and bushes of small groves, By many an ancient lofty tree the leaves were putting forth,
As I wandered up along the banks where murmuring streams
do join, Where pleasant music caught my ear on the banks of Brandywine.
3 At such an early hour I was surprised to see
A lovely maid with downcast eyes all on the banks so gay. I modestly saluted her, she knew not my design, Requesting her sweet company on the banks of Brandywine.
4 "O leave me, sir, do leave, my company forsake, For in my real opinion, I think you are a rake.
My love's a gallant sailor, he is now gone to the mam While comfortless I wander on the banks of Brandywine"
5 "My dear, why do you thus give up to melancholy cries? I pray leave off this weeping and dry those lovely eyes. There is sailors in each port, my dear, a mistress they do find. He will leave you still to wander on the banks of Brandywine."
6 "O leave me, sir, do leave me, why will you me torment? My Henry won't deceive me, therefore I am content. Why will you thus torment me and cruelly combine
To nil my heart with horror on the banks of Brandywine."
7 "I wish not to afflict your mind but rather for to ease
Such dreadful apprehension as soon your mind shall seize. |
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