Ludwig van Beethoven - Folksong Setting: "O would I were but that sweet linnet!", air: "The pretty girl milking the cows"; WoO 154 №9, of 12 Irish songs (1813), words: William Smyth; replacement setting for Hess 198 | Текст песни

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• Ludwig van Beethoven
• Folksong Setting: "O would I were but that sweet linnet!", air: "The pretty girl milking the cows"; WoO 154 №9, of 12 Irish songs (1813), words: William Smyth; replacement setting for Hess 198

Victoria de los Angeles, Soprano
Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau, Baritone
Gerald Moore, Piano
Eduard Drolc, Violin
Irmgard Poppen, Cello

O would I were but that sweet linnet!
That I had my apple-tree too!
Could sit all the sunny day in it,
With nothing but singing to do!
I'm weary with toiling and spinning;
And Dermot I never can see,
Nor sure am I Dermot of winning,
There's never good luck for poor me!

I tried with my sweetest behaviour
To tell our good priest my distress;
And ask'd him to speak in my favour,
When Dermot came next to confess.
But he said I was but a beginner,
And from love and temptation must flee!
So if love will but make me a sinner,
There's never good luck for poor me!

Ye Saints, with the Virgin! Believe me,
I join with the priest in your praise!
Contrive but my Dermot to give me,
And I'll love you the length of my days.
In vain would they bid me be wiser,
And never my Dermot to see,
Bad luck to advice and adviser!
Good luck to dear Dermot and me!


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