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<poem> | |||
On the banks of Allan Water, | |||
When the sweet springtime 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 spread 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 Water | |||
When the winter snow fell fast | |||
Still was seen the miller's daughter | |||
Chilling blew the blast | |||
But the miller's lovely daughter | |||
Both from cold and care were free | |||
On the banks of Allan Water | |||
A corpse lay she. | |||
</poem> | |||
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- Editor: Marco-cipoo.net (submitted 2003-12-15). Score information: A4, 1 page Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: On the banks of Allan Water
Composer: Anonymous (Traditional)
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Unison
Genre: Secular, Folksong
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
Published: From Old Songs for Young Voices collected by Agnes L. Money, 1898
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Original text and translations
English text
On the banks of Allan Water,
When the sweet springtime 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 spread 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 Water
When the winter snow fell fast
Still was seen the miller's daughter
Chilling blew the blast
But the miller's lovely daughter
Both from cold and care were free
On the banks of Allan Water
A corpse lay she.