Linden Harp ‎#62

62. Cold water

1 Shall e'er cold water be forgot
When we set down to dine?
O, no, my friends, for is it not
Pour'd out by hands divine?

Chorus:
Pour'd out by hands divine, my friends,
Pour'd out by hands divine.
From springs and wells it gushes forth,
Pour'd out by hands divine,

2 To beauty's cheek, tho' strange it seems,
'Tis not more strange than true!
Cold water, tho' itself so pale,
Imparts the rosiest hue;

Chorus:
Imparts the rosiest hue, my friends,
Imparts the rosiest hue,--
Yes, Beauty in a water-pail,
Imparts the rosiest hue.

3 The sturdy oak, full many a cup
Doth hold up to the sky,
To catch the rain: then drinks it up,
And thus the oak gets high;
'Tis thus the oak gets high, my friends,
'Tis thus the oak gets high,
By having water in its cup,
Then why not you and I?

4 Then let cold water armies give
Their banners to the air;
So shall the boys like oaks be strong,
The girls like tulips fair;
The girls like tulips fair, my friends,
The girls like tulips fair;
The boys shall grow like sturdy oaks,
The girls like tulips fair,

Text Information

• First Line: Shall e'er cold water be forgot
• Title: Cold water
• Refrain First Line: Pour'd out by hands divine, my friends
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1855

Tune Information

• Name: COLD WATER
• Meter: C. M.
• Key: F Major or modal
• Source: Scotch