Banks of the Dee
 


Citation

Tait, John, 1748-1817, “Banks of the Dee,” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed January 30, 2023, https://omeka.library.appstate.edu/items/show/31374.


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Title

Banks of the Dee

Description

This item is part of the I. G. Greer Folksong Collection which consists of more than 300 individual song titles and their variants as collected by Isaac Garfield Greer (1881-1967) from informants, primarily in Ashe, Wilkes and Watauga counties. The collection includes manuscripts, typescript transcriptions produced by Dr. Greer’s clerical staff, and handwritten musical notations. Songs range from traditional Child Ballads, traditional English and Scottish ballads as well as their American variants, to 19th century popular music to musical compositions of local origin.

Subject

Popular music--England
Popular music--Scotland
Popular music--United States
Dee, River (Grampian, Scotland)--Songs and music
Love--Songs and music
Soldiers--Songs and music

Creator

Tait, John, 1748-1817

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Contributor

Greer, I. G. (Isaac Garfield), 1881-1967

Format

PDF

Language

English

Type

Text

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Transcription

The Banks of The Dee

It was summer so softly the breezes were blowing,
And sweetly the nightingale sung from each tree,
At the foot of the rock where the river was flowing,
I sat myself down on the banks of the Dee.

Flow on lovely Dee flow on thou sweet river,
Thy banks purest heams shall be dear to me ever,
It was there I first gained the affection and favor,
Of James -- the glory and pride of the Dee.

But now he is gone from me and left me a mourning,
To quell the proud Spaniards so valiant is he,
And yet there's no hope of his speedy returning,
To wander again on the banks of the Dee.

He's gone hapless youth over the loud roaring billows
The sweetest and kindest of all the brave fellows,
And had left me to morn amongst the green willows,
The loneliest maid on the banks of the Dee.

But time and my prayers may perhaps yet restore him,
Blest peace may restore the dear shepherd to me,
And when he comes home with such care I'll watch over him,
He never shall quit the sweet banks of the Dee.

The Dee then shall flow all its beauties displaying,
The lambs on its banks shall again be seen playing,
Whilst I with my Jamy am carelessly straying,
And tasting again all the sweets of the Dee.

Associated Date

1775

File name

113_BanksOfTheDee_ocr

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