Annotation:Love is a Tormenting Pain
X:1 T:Love’s a Tormenting Pain M:3/4 L:1/16 R:Air C:”W. Connallon 1670” B:Bunting – Ancient Music of Ireland (1840, No. 60, p. 44) Z:AK/Fiddler’s Companion K:F "Tenderly and Gracefully"[F4A4c4]-|[F4B4d4] c3d f4|{E}.F4-.F4 F/G/A3|c4 (d2c2) (A2G2)|[F8A8] [F4c4]| [F4d4] (c3d) f4|{E}.F4.F4~G4|{FG}A8 (G/F/E3)|F8:| |:.c4|.c4 [F4A4c4] (d3e)|f8a4|f8 e4|d8 c4|c4 (d2c2)(A2c2)| d4 (c3d)(e3d)|(.e4.c4.c4)|c8 (3c2d2e2|(.f4.e4.d4)|(.c4.B4.A4)| G4 A3G F4|[F8A8] [F4c4]|[F4B4d4] (c3e) .f4]|{E}(.F4.F4.G4)|[F8A8]TG4|[C8F8]||
LOVE IS A TORMENTING PAIN ("An Cuac Deas" or "Is Galar Cráidhte an Grádh"). Irish, Air (3/4 time, "tenderly"). F Major. Standard tuning (fiddle). AAB. The Irish collector Edward Bunting states in his 1840 Ancient Music of Ireland (p. 44) that the tune was a composition from the year 1670 of the harper-composer William Connellan, whose more famous brother was the musician Thomas Connellan, although Bunting's own MS notes seem to suggest it was originally called the "Golden Hero." The Stanford-Petrie collection (1905) contains a tune entitled "Mo chreach is mo dhith is claoidhte an galar an gradh" (No. 1573), a version of this melody. O'Neill's version seems taken directly from Bunting, although he inexplicably credits himself (or his collaborator James O'Neill) for the version in Music of Ireland (1903).
The complete lyrics of : "A Pretty New Song of Nancies Unkindness to her Lover. To its own propper Tune: True Love is a Tormenting Pain", can be found in the archive of the National Library of Scotland [1] Ry.III.a.10(020) [see Irish Song Project]:
As I was a ranging yon Forrest of Fancies,
With the nine Muses attending me,
Into a Bour I spyed a beautiful Nancie,
Sadly bemoaning her Destinie;
Saying Alas! Where shall I wander,
Where to find out my own dear Swain,
Patience of Sorrow in heart I lay under,
True love is a Tormenting pain.
But when I consider the promise I made him
That I would ever be Just and True,
But now since I find I have betray'd him,
This doth my a Sorrows fresh renew,
Every Night instead of Sleeping,
Tiers I do shed like showers of Rain,
My heart would break if it were not foreweeping
True love is a tormenting pain