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Richard John Samuel Stevens
(1757 - 1837)
Over the mountains and over the waves
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Published in Stevens' collection of glees, Op. 3.
Lyrics: Anon
Over the mountains and over the waves,
Under the fountains and under the graves,
Over floods which are deepest, which Neptune obey,
Over rocks that are steepest, love will find out the way.
Where there is no place for the gkow-worm to lie,
Where there is no space for receipt of a fly
Where the midge to venture dares not, lest fast herself she lay,
If love come, why he cares not, but soon finds out the way.
Some think to lose him by having him confin'd,
And some do suppose him (poor thing) to be blind;
But if ne'er so close ye wall him, do the best that ye may
Blind love (if so ye call him) will find out the way.
You may esteem him a child for his might,
Or you may deem him a coward for his flight;
But if she whom love doth honour be concealed from the day,
Set a thousand guards upon her, love will find out the way.
Over the mountains and over the waves,
Under the fountains and under the graves,
Over floods which are deepest, which Neptune obey,
Over rocks that are steepest, love will find out the way.
Where there is no place for the gkow-worm to lie,
Where there is no space for receipt of a fly
Where the midge to venture dares not, lest fast herself she lay,
If love come, why he cares not, but soon finds out the way.
Some think to lose him by having him confin'd,
And some do suppose him (poor thing) to be blind;
But if ne'er so close ye wall him, do the best that ye may
Blind love (if so ye call him) will find out the way.
You may esteem him a child for his might,
Or you may deem him a coward for his flight;
But if she whom love doth honour be concealed from the day,
Set a thousand guards upon her, love will find out the way.