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Sadly from her turret gazing, | |||
While the night's deep shadows fall, | |||
Mabel Lindsay sees a kerchief | |||
Waving o'er the castle wall! | |||
Now beneath the lindens meeting, | |||
See those youthful lovers stand; | |||
Low he vailed his drooping feather, | |||
As he pressed her lily hand! | |||
"By those eyes, so bright and tender, | |||
Mabel mine!" young Rowland cried, | |||
"Here I vow that thou shalt never | |||
Be this dark Sir Rupert's bride!" | |||
Hark! a swarthy knight comes riding | |||
Down below the greenwood tree! | |||
Black he frowns, and fiercely murmurs, | |||
“Rowland's bride she ne'er shall be!" | |||
Rowland marks his rival coming, | |||
Lightly to his steed he springs! | |||
Mabel, blushing on the pillion, | |||
Fondly to her lover clings. | |||
Sad Sir Rupert! Know that "Kissing | |||
goes by favour" so they say! | |||
Rowland weds fair Mabel Lindsay, | |||
In the kirk, ere dawn of day. | |||
}} | |||
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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-09-11). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 101 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: The rivals
Composer: John Liptrot Hatton
Lyricist: B. S. Montgomery
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard
First published: 1875 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 6, no. 205
Description: 205
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Original text and translations
English text
Sadly from her turret gazing,
While the night's deep shadows fall,
Mabel Lindsay sees a kerchief
Waving o'er the castle wall!
Now beneath the lindens meeting,
See those youthful lovers stand;
Low he vailed his drooping feather,
As he pressed her lily hand!
"By those eyes, so bright and tender,
Mabel mine!" young Rowland cried,
"Here I vow that thou shalt never
Be this dark Sir Rupert's bride!"
Hark! a swarthy knight comes riding
Down below the greenwood tree!
Black he frowns, and fiercely murmurs,
“Rowland's bride she ne'er shall be!"
Rowland marks his rival coming,
Lightly to his steed he springs!
Mabel, blushing on the pillion,
Fondly to her lover clings.
Sad Sir Rupert! Know that "Kissing
goes by favour" so they say!
Rowland weds fair Mabel Lindsay,
In the kirk, ere dawn of day.