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- Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2022-05-15). Score information: A4, 1 page, 75 kB Copyright: CC BY SA
- Edition notes: Please click on the link for preview/playback/PDF download.
General Information
Title: The fair Bath auctioneer
Composer: Henry Harington
Lyricist: Anon, probably the composercreate page
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Solo high
Genre: Secular, Art song
Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard
First published: c.1795 (n/d)
Description: "The Fair Bath auctioneer, or, who bids for me
Compos'd by the author of "The Alderman's Thumb", "How sweet in the woodlands" "Turn fair Clora" - "Sing old rose" - &c. &c. London, Printed by Longman and Broderip.
and Sold by Messrs. Linterns, Bath."
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Original text and translations
English text
Art thou the youth who bids for me?
For once a special bargain see:
Thy lot, a kind consenting wife,
Will join thine own pursuits of life.
Who bids for me?
Dost thou to drinking joys incline?
I'll pledge in bumpers more divine;
Nor like a flinching toper be,
But love's rich nectar quaff with thee.
Who bids for me?
Should'st thou the gambling rage possess,
I'll stake with thee life's happiness;
Nor cheat thee with delusive art,
But fairly win thy constant heart.
Who bids for me?
Thy wonted pleasures I'll partake;
Nor song, nor dance will e'er forsake.
I'll ditties chant - Thou smiling see
Dear infants cap'ring round thy knee.
Who bids for me?
The well-trod stage shall make us know
That tears are due to human woe,
That honest hearts and harmless mirth
Present the scenes of heav'n on earth.
Who bids for me?
Improving still the joys of youth,
We'll blend our constancy and truth;
Thus taste the bliss of years untold
And feel the mind at peace, when old.
Who bids for me?