Has Sorrow Thy Young Days Shaded?
 


Citation

Moore, Thomas, 1779-1852, “Has Sorrow Thy Young Days Shaded?,” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed June 22, 2024, https://omeka.library.appstate.edu/items/show/31578.


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Title

Has Sorrow Thy Young Days Shaded?

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--Ireland
Sadness--Songs and music
Time--Songs and music
Empathy--Songs and music

Creator

Moore, Thomas, 1779-1852

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Contributor

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

Format

PDF

Language

English

Type

Text

Transcription

Young Days Shaded

Has sorrow thy young days shaded
As clouds over the morning fleet.
Too fast have those young days faded,
That even in sorrow were sweet.

Does time with his cold wing wither
Each feeling that one was dear.
Come child of misfortune hither,
I will weep with thee tear for tear.

Has love to that soul so tender,
Been like our Lagenion mine,
When sparkles of golden splendor,
All over the surface shine.

But if in pursuit we go deeper,
Allured by the gleam that shone.
Ah, false as the dream of the sleeper,
Like love the alright one is gone.

Has hope like the bird in the story,
That fluttered from tree to tree,
With the talesman’s glittering glory,
Has hope been that bird to thee.

On branch after branch a lightening,
The gem did she still display,
And when nearest and most inviting,
Then woft the fair gem away.

If thus the sweet hours have fleeted,
When sorrow herself looked bright,
If thus the fond hope has cheated
That led thee along so light.

If thus the unkind world wither,
Each feeling that one was dear.
Come chilled of misfortune come hither,
I will weep with the tear for tear.
"This is written by a true friend,
Remember me forever,"

Ella Andrews

Informant

[Mary] Ella Andrews

Associated Date

1815

File name

113_HasSorrowThyYoungDaysShaded

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