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}} | {{Vs|1}} Like apple blossom, white and red; | ||
Like hues of dawn which fly too soon; | |||
Like bloom of peach, so softly spread; | |||
Like thorn of May and rose of June: | |||
{{Vs|R:}} Oh, sweet! oh, fair! beyond compare, | |||
Are Daphne's blushing cheeks, I swear. | |||
{{Vs|2}} That pretty rose, which comes and goes, | |||
Like April sunshine in the sky, | |||
I can command it when I choose; | |||
See how it rises, if I cry. | |||
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{{Vs|3}} Ah, when it lies round lips and eyes, | |||
and fdes away again to spring, | |||
No lover sure would ask for more | |||
Than still to cry and still to sing. | |||
{{Vs|R:}}}} | |||
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- (Posted 2022-05-22) CPDL #69321:
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2022-05-22). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 167 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score.
General Information
Title: Like apple blossom
Composer: Charles Harford Lloyd
Lyricist: Walter Besant
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: ATTB
Genre: Secular, Glee
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1890 The Orpheus (New series) no.222
Description: Inscribed to the Oxford Gleemen.
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Original text and translations
English text
1 Like apple blossom, white and red;
Like hues of dawn which fly too soon;
Like bloom of peach, so softly spread;
Like thorn of May and rose of June:
R: Oh, sweet! oh, fair! beyond compare,
Are Daphne's blushing cheeks, I swear.
2 That pretty rose, which comes and goes,
Like April sunshine in the sky,
I can command it when I choose;
See how it rises, if I cry.
R:
3 Ah, when it lies round lips and eyes,
and fdes away again to spring,
No lover sure would ask for more
Than still to cry and still to sing.
R: