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Lord Maxwell's goodnight
Adieu, Madame, my mother dear, but and my sisters three, O!
Lord Maxwell’s goodnight is an by David Tall. The words for the first half of the tune (bars 1–8) are from Walter Scott’s Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, those for the second (bars 9–16) were added by Grainger. The first setting of this work dates from 1904 when the twenty-two-year-old Grainger scored it for solo male voice and strings. But it was Grainger’s habit to lay aside his manuscripts for mature reflection and, in 1912, a new setting was made for solo male voice, six solo strings and string orchestra. Not being satisfied he returned to the 1904 setting at the age of seventy-six, casting it for voice and piano and giving it his final blessing as BFMS Number 42: the version which forms the basis of this arrangement for tenor solo and male voices.
‘Adieu, Madame, my mother dear, but and my sisters three, O! Adieu, fair Robert of Orchardstane, my heart is wae for thee, O! Adieu the lily and the rose, the primrose fair to see, O! Adieu, my ladye and only joy, for I may not stay with thee, O!
Tho’ I hae slain the Lord Johnstone what care I for his feid, O! My noble mind their wrath disdains, he was my father’s deid, O! Both night and day I labor’d oft of him avenged to be, O! But now I’ve got what lang I sought, and I may not stay with thee, O!’
Then he tuik off a gay gold ring, thereat hung signets three, O! ‘Hae, tak thee that mine ain dear thing, and still hae mind o’ me, O! But if thou take another lord ere I come ower the sea, O! His life is but a three days lease, tho’ I may not stay wi’ thee, O!’
The wind was fair, the ship was clear, that good lord went away, O! And most part of his friends were there to give him a fair convey, O! They drank the wine, they didna spair, e’en in that gude lord’s sight, O! Sae now he’s o’er the floods sae grey, and Lord Maxwell’s ta’en his goodnight, O!