| It was early one fine summer's mornin' When the birds sat and sung odden each bough, I heard a young damsel thus singin', Thedden as she sat milkin' her cow. She sang with a voice so melodious, Which made me scarce able to go, For my heart it was smother'd with sorrow, By the pretty maid milkin' her cow. |
| It was early one fine summer's mornin' When the birds sat and sung odden each bough, I heard a young damsel thus singin', Thedden as she sat milkin' her cow. She sang with a voice so melodious, Which made me scarce able to go, For my heart it was smother'd with sorrow, By the pretty maid milkin' her cow.
Credits Song: Australian folk song Composer: Percy Grainger Artist: Anne Sofie von Otter Text: lieder.net Music video: Courtesy of Anne Sofie von Otter Hosted by: Droomwevers World of Music - www.droomwevers.nl Copyright: Fair use principle, for educational purposes.
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