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- Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2008-03-07). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 64 kB Copyright: Public Domain
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General Information
Title: Love is a bable
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: Anonymous
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Tenor solo
Genre: Secular, Art song
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
First published: 1903
Description: English Lyrics Set 6 No. 3. From Robert Jones collection: The Second Book of Songs and Ayres, published in 1601.
- When comes my Gwen
- And yet I love her till I die
- Love is a bable
- A Lover's garland (Arthur Perceval Graves)
- At the Hour the Long Day Ends (Arthur Perceval Graves)
- Under the greenwood tree
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Original text and translations
English text
Love is a bable,
No man is able
To say 'tis this or 'tis that;
So full of passions
Of sundry fashions,
'Tis like I cannot tell what.
Love is a fellow
Clad oft in yellow,
The canker-worm of the mind,
A privy mischief,
And such a sly thief
No man knows which way to find.
Love's fair in cradle,
Foul in fable,
'Tis either too cold or too hot;
An arrant liar,
Fed by desire,
It is and yet it is not.
Love is a wonder
That's here and yonder,
As common to one as to moe;
A monstrous cheater,
Ev'ry man's debtor;
Hang him and so let him go.