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Francesco Geminiani (arr.)
(1687 - 1762)
The Lass of Patie's Mill
(S./T.2Vn.Va.Vc.Kbd.)
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The Lass of Patie's Mill
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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 Ramsay (Patie's Mill in the original, Peaty's Mill in Geminiani's version) have, except for the first verse, been imported from an external source. This edition is for a small string orchestra: Geminiani suggested an orchestra of flutes with solo and ripieno strings. That accompaniment would have been appropriate at the London pleasure gardens: the song was certainly popular there, but in arrangements attributed to Arne and Oswald.
The lyrics by Ramsay (Patie's Mill in the original, Peaty's Mill in Geminiani's version) have, except for the first verse, been imported from an external source. This edition is for a small string orchestra: Geminiani suggested an orchestra of flutes with solo and ripieno strings. That accompaniment would have been appropriate at the London pleasure gardens: the song was certainly popular there, but in arrangements attributed to Arne and Oswald.
Lyrics: Allan Ramsay
The lass of Peaty's Mill, so bonny blithe and gay,
In spite of all my skill, hath stole my heart away.
When tedding of the hay, bare-headed on the green,
Love 'midst her locks did play and wanton'd in her e[y]en.
Her arms, white, round and smooth, breasts rising in their dawn,
To age it would give youth, to press them with his hand.
Thro' all my spirits ran an ecstasy of bliss,
When I such sweetness fand, wrapp'd in a balmy kiss.
Without the help of art, like flow'rs that grace the wild,
She did her sweets impart, whene'er she spoke or smil'd.
Her looks they were so mild, free from affected pride,
She me to love beguil'd; I wish her for my bride.
Oh! had I all the wealth Hopetoun's high mountains fill,
Ensur'd long life and health, and pleasure at my will,
I'd promise and fulfil that none but bonny she,
The lass of Peaty's Mill, should share the same with me.
The lass of Peaty's Mill, so bonny blithe and gay,
In spite of all my skill, hath stole my heart away.
When tedding of the hay, bare-headed on the green,
Love 'midst her locks did play and wanton'd in her e[y]en.
Her arms, white, round and smooth, breasts rising in their dawn,
To age it would give youth, to press them with his hand.
Thro' all my spirits ran an ecstasy of bliss,
When I such sweetness fand, wrapp'd in a balmy kiss.
Without the help of art, like flow'rs that grace the wild,
She did her sweets impart, whene'er she spoke or smil'd.
Her looks they were so mild, free from affected pride,
She me to love beguil'd; I wish her for my bride.
Oh! had I all the wealth Hopetoun's high mountains fill,
Ensur'd long life and health, and pleasure at my will,
I'd promise and fulfil that none but bonny she,
The lass of Peaty's Mill, should share the same with me.