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The Quiet Village Tilting (Lehr and Best)

In the quiet village Tilting, where night shadows creep,
Through the blue vault of heaven the stars gently peep;
And fresh in my memory a fair one I see,
And it's oft in the twilight she wandered with me.

I thought her my idol of no other dream,
But she was deceitful, sure I never deemed;
And why did they make her thus lavish her aid
And endow with such beauty this false, fickle maid?

I own she was pretty, my boyish loved one,
I thought her the fairest all others among,
But beauty will wither no matter how fair
And so I will warn you - young false one beware.

For beauty will wither as passes your days,
And the up-coming flower will merit the praise;
And perhaps you will suffer as you've caused me to do,
And long for the love that was loyal and true.

Don't you think you have broken my heart, wily dame,
Though plunged it is true in a tempest of pain.
My bright hopes though shattered, they might yet revive,
And kind fortune bring me a faithful young bride.

####.... Said by the singer to have been written by a man named Foley about Agnes Sandy (Saunders), the belle of Tilting Harbour, NL ....####
Collected in 1980 from William (Bill) Foley [1909-1986] of Tilting, NL, by Genevieve Lehr and Anita Best and published as #91 in Come And I Will Sing You: A Newfoundland Songbook, pp.159-160, edited by Genevieve Lehr (University of Toronto Press © 1985/2003).


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