# A Pastoral Song, Hob.XXVIa:27

- Music: Joseph Haydn (died 1809)
- Words: Anne Hunter (died 1821)
- Licence of the score: CC0 1.0
- Credit: OpenScore Lieder Corpus (CC0)
- Source: https://musescore.com/openscore-lieder-corpus/scores/6465778

## The words

My Mother bids me bind my hair, With bands of  
rosy hue;  
Tie up my sleeves with ribands rare,  
And lace my boddice blue.  
Tie up my sleeves with ribands rare,  
And lace, and lace my boddice blue.  
For why, she cries, sit still and weep,  
While others dance and play?  
A- las! I scarce can go, or creep,  
While Lubin is a- way.  
Alas! I scarce can go, or creep,  
While Lubin is away  
While Lubin is a- way, is away,  
is away.  
'Tis sad to think the days are gone,  
When those we love are near;  
I sit upon this mossy stone, And sigh when  
none can hear.  
I sit up- on this mossy stone, And sigh,  
and sigh when none can hear.  
And while I spin my flaxen thread,  
And sing my simple lay;  
The Village seems asleep, or dead,  
Now Lubin is away.  
The Village seems asleep, or dead,  
Now Lubin is away.  
Now Lubin is away, is away, is away.  

Songs to sing here are made from public-domain scores: the OpenScore Lieder Corpus (CC0), the Mutopia Project (each score's licence as Mutopia states it) and the scores in Japanese Wikipedia's articles (CC BY-SA 4.0, by each article's contributors); dates and first publications as IMSLP, the LiederNet Archive, Mutopia and Wikidata state them. Karaoke videos play in YouTube's player; live channels from the iptv-org database on their own pages; stations from Radio Browser. The piano is the Salamander Grand Piano by Alexander Holm (CC BY 3.0).