The English girl (Bruce Steane)
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2020-08-01). Score information: A4, 7 pages, 116 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score.
First published: 1902 Novello's Part-songs (2nd series) no.891
Original text and translations
She laughs and runs, a cherub thing,
And proud is the doting Sire,
To see her pull the flowers of spring
Or play by the winter fire;
Her nut-brown hair falls thick and fair
In many a glossy curl,
And fleshly sleek is the ruddy cheek
Of the infant English girl.
The years steal on, and day by day
Her native charms expand,
Her round face meets the summer ray
Like the rose of her own blest land;
There's music in her laughing tone,
A gold gleam through her curl,
And beauty makes her chosen throne
On the brow of the English girl.
She is standing now a happy bride
By the holy altar rail,
While the sacred blush of a maiden's pride
Gives a tinge to the snowy veil;
Her eye of light is a diamond bright,
Her innocence the pearl,
And these are the richest bridal gems
That are worn by the English girl.