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Editor: Christoph Lahme (submitted 2009-08-08).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 55 kB   Copyright: CC BY-SA 3.0 Germany
Edition notes: Edition by ear.

General Information

Title: Elegy on the death of Mr. Shenstone
Composer: Thomas Arne

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: TTBB

Genre: SecularPartsong, Glee

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published:

Description:

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Original text and translations

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Come shepards we’ll follow the hearse
We'll see our lov‘d Corrydon laid;
Tho' sorrow may blemish the verse
Yet let the soft tribute be paid.

They call'd him the pride of the plain,
In sooth he was gentle and kind;
He mark'd in his elegant strain
The grace that glow‘d in his mind.

No verdure shall cover the vale,
No bloom on the blossoms appear,
The sweets of the forest shall fail
And winter discolour the year.

No birds in our hedges shall sing
Our hedges so vocal before,
Since he that should welcome the spring
Can hail the gay season no more.