Francesco Geminiani (arr.)
(1687 - 1762)

She rose and let me in
(S./T.2Vn.Va.Vc.Kbd.)
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One of Geminiani's arrangements of Scottish songs dedicated to Frederick, Prince of Wales, a patron whom he had in common with James Oswald.

The lyrics by D'Urfey (The Generous Lover) have, except for the first verse,been imported from an external source ("Pills to purge melancholy").
Lyrics: Thomas D'Urfey

The night her silent sable wore
And gloomy were the skies
Of glitt'ring stars appear'd no more
Than those in Nelly's eyes.
When at her father's gate I knock'd
Where I had often been,
She shrouded only with her smock,
Arose and let me in.

Fast lock'd within her close embrace,
She trembling lay asham'd;
Her swelling breast and glowing face,
And ev'ry touch inflamed:
My eager passion I obey'd,
Resolv'd the fort to win;
And her fond heart was soon betray'd,
To yield and let me in.

Then! then! beyond expressing,
Immortal was the joy;
I knew no greater blessing,
So great a god was I:
And she, all ravish'd with delight,
Oft pray'd me come again;
And kindly vow'd that ev'ry night
She'd rise and let me in.

But ah! at last she prov'd with bairn,
And sighing sat, and dull;
And I, that was as much concern'd,
Look'd then just like a fool:
Her lovely eyes with tears ran o'er,
Repenting her rash sin;
She sigh'd and curs'd the fatal hour
That e'er she let me in.

But who could cruelly deceive
Or from such beauty part?
I lov'd her so, I could not leave
The charmer of my heart,
But wedded and conceal'd the crime:
Thus all was well again;
And now she thanks the happy time
That e'er she let me in.