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"The origin of the song 'Drink to Me Only With Thine Eyes' is not known. It does not appear earlier than around 1770. The words are Ben Jonson's poem 'To Celia', written in 1616. According to the Oxford Companion to Music, the tune cannot be traced back beyond about 1770. 'Best Loved Songs of the American People' states the tune is sometimes attributed to Mozart, but that there is no verification of the fact. Sir Walter Scott used the tune for a song 'County Guy'. The tune has also been credited to Colonel Mellish. However, that is unlikely as he is believed to have been born in 1777. Grattan Flood asserted that he had seen an edition of the song dating from about 1803 with Henry Herrington of Bath (1727-1816)."
I would love to thank to Richard for letting me participate on this truly lovely song. I actually think it should be posted under his name, but he was so very kind and let me to put on it my label :) so thank you very much rich, it was such a fun to "create magic" together :) And another person I would love to thank is Ed Hannifin (Ejh), who helped us a lot with his guidance in getting as close as possible to a "folk period" sound.
I would love to thank to Richard for letting me participate on this truly lovely song. I actually think it should be posted under his name, but he was so very kind and let me to put on it my label :) so thank you very much rich, it was such a fun to "create magic" together :) And another person I would love to thank is Ed Hannifin (Ejh), who helped us a lot with his guidance in getting as close as possible to a "folk period" sound.
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Lyrics
Drink to me only with thine eyes
And I will pledge with mine.
Or leave a kiss within the cup
And I'll not ask for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much hon'ring thee
As giving it a hope that there
It could not withered be;
But thou thereon did'st only breathe,
And sent'st it back to me,
Since, when it grows and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee.
And I will pledge with mine.
Or leave a kiss within the cup
And I'll not ask for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much hon'ring thee
As giving it a hope that there
It could not withered be;
But thou thereon did'st only breathe,
And sent'st it back to me,
Since, when it grows and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee.
I.G.M.
Very clear sound, very well played! Like the flute, or pipe? What is it?
Gets my vote! 9-9-9-9
I.G.M.