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  • CPDL #16439:      (Sibelius 4)
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: SecularArt song

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

Published: 1903

Description: English Lyrics Set 6 No.3. From Robert Jones collection: The Second Book of Songs and Ayres, published in 1601.

  1. When comes my Gwen
  2. And yet I love her till I die
  3. Love is a bable
  4. A Lover's garland (Arthur Perceval Graves)
  5. At the Hour the Long Day Ends (Arthur Perceval Graves)
  6. Under the greenwood tree

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Original text and translations

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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.