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|f_annotation='''WATERS OF ELLE.''' English, Air (whole time). "Waters of Elle" is a song by Robert Lucas Pearsall set to the tune of "Ils sont ne . | |||
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''Waters of Elle! your limpid streams are flowing,''<br> | |||
''Smooth and untroubled, through the flow'ry vale; | |||
''O'er your green banks once more, the wild rose blowing,''<br> | |||
''Greets the young spring, and scents the passing gale.''<br> | |||
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''Here 'twas at eve, near yonder tree reposing,''<br> | |||
''One still too dear, first breathed his vows to me:''<br> | |||
''Wear this, he cried, his guileful love disclosing,''<br> | |||
''Near to thy heart, in memory of me.''<br> | |||
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''Love's cherished gift, the rose hе gave, is faded;''<br> | |||
''Love's blightеd flower can never bloom again.''<br> | |||
''Weep for thy fault, in heart and mind degraded:''<br> | |||
''Weep, if thy tears can wash away the stain.''<br> | |||
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WATERS OF ELLE. English, Air (whole time). "Waters of Elle" is a song by Robert Lucas Pearsall set to the tune of "Ils sont ne . The words go:
Waters of Elle! your limpid streams are flowing,
Smooth and untroubled, through the flow'ry vale; O'er your green banks once more, the wild rose blowing,
Greets the young spring, and scents the passing gale.
Here 'twas at eve, near yonder tree reposing,
One still too dear, first breathed his vows to me:
Wear this, he cried, his guileful love disclosing,
Near to thy heart, in memory of me.
Love's cherished gift, the rose hе gave, is faded;
Love's blightеd flower can never bloom again.
Weep for thy fault, in heart and mind degraded:
Weep, if thy tears can wash away the stain.
