61b | Linden Harp#62 | 63 |
Text: | Cold water |
Tune: | 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 | |
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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 |
Notes: | Public Domain. |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | COLD WATER |
Meter: | C. M. |
Key: | F Major or modal |
Source: | Scotch |
Notes: | Public Domain. |