I'll Hang My Harp on a Willow Tree, Lyric Variant 01

One leaf typewritten in blue ink on the front side. The document is in fair physical condition. The document was laminated. The lower left corner was folded into the laminate. There is lamination-related creasing on the document. There is a hole at the upper left corner. There is a minor tear at the left upper edge. There is a major tear at the right upper edge. There are two major tears at the right edge. There is a minor tear at the left lower edge. There are several textual corrections handwritten in black ink.

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The Saracen

Thomas Haynes Bayly, 1797-1839

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

5/4/2007

I. G. Greer

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Harp On the Willow Tree

I’ll hang my harp on the Willow Tree
And off to the wars again,
For my peaceful home
Has no charm for me
Nor the battle field no pain.

Chorus

I’ll laugh and sing
Tho’ my heart may break.
I’ll flush my pale cheeks with wine,
And if I survive it
I’ll mount my steed, and off to the
wars again
For my peaceful home
Haz no charm for me
Nor the battle field no pain.

For the lady I love will soon be
a bride
With a diadem on her brow
Oh! why did she flatter my boyish pride
She’s going to leave me now
She seem to think me a beau ideal
Tho’ my parents were of low degree
Oh! had I but loved with a boyish love
It would have been better for me

Chorus

She took me away from my warlike Lord
And gave me a silken suit
I thought no more of my Masterz sword
Az I played on my lady’s flute
One golden tress of her hair I’ll twine
In my helmet sabre sword
And then on the fields of Palestine
I’ll seek an early doom
And if by the Sarycenz hand I fall
Mid the noble and the brave
A tear from my lady love is all
I last for a warrerz grave

Chorus

I'll Hang My Harp on a Willow Tree, Lyric Variant 01

Harp on the Willow Tree

Bath. Somerset County. England

1830

Brown, Folk Lyric - 259

215 mm x 276 mm

2013-09-26

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2006-07-17

Paul L. Robertson