A Weary Lot is Thine, Fair Maid

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Words by Sir Walter Scott.
Dedicated to B. Charles Stephenson.
Published by Chappell & Co., 1866.

This is one of three lyrics by Sir Walter Scott set by Sullivan, the others being County Guy and The Troubadour. The dedicatee, B. C. Stephenson, writing under the pseudonym Bolton Rowe, would later provide the libretto for Sullivan's 1875 opera The Zoo.

The song was introduced to the public at a concert on 5 November 1866 by Santley, accompanied by Benedict. The Times described it as 'an extremely pretty new ballad' and reported that it was 'loudly encored' whilst The Daily Telegraph referred to the song as 'a quaint and original setting'.

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A weary lot is thine, fair maid,
A weary lot is thine,
To pull the thorn thy brow to braid,
And press the rue for wine,
To press the rue for wine!
A lightsome eye, a soldiers mien,
A feather of the blue -
A doublet of the Lincoln green
No more of me you knew.
My love! My love!
No more of me you knew.
No more of me you knew my love -
No more of me you knew.

This morn is merry June I trow,
The rose is budding fain;
But she shall bloom in winter snow,
Ere we two meet again, ere we two meet again.
He turned his charger as he spoke
Upon the river shore -
He gave his bridle reins a shake,
Said "Adieu for evermore,
My love! My love!
Adieu for evermore.
Adieu for evermore my love -
Adieu for evermore."

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