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'''Description:''' From "A collection of Duets, Rotas, Canons, Catches & Glees selected for, and most respectfully inscribed to, the Members of the Bristol Catch Club, and the Cecilian Society. By the Editor [Robert Broderip]. 1795".
'''Description:''' From "A collection of Duets, Rotas, Canons, Catches & Glees selected for, and most respectfully inscribed to, the Members of the Bristol Catch Club, and the Cecilian Society. By the Editor [Robert Broderip]. 1795".

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Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2011-01-03).   Score information: Letter, 4 pages, 91 kB   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: Hark, hark the lark
Composer: Benjamin Cooke
Lyricist: William Shakespeare

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

{{Published}} is obsolete (code commented out), replaced with {{Pub}} for works and {{PubDatePlace}} for publications.

Description: From "A collection of Duets, Rotas, Canons, Catches & Glees selected for, and most respectfully inscribed to, the Members of the Bristol Catch Club, and the Cecilian Society. By the Editor [Robert Broderip]. 1795".

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Original text and translations

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Hark, hark! The lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chalic'd flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes;
With everything that pretty is,
My lady sweet, arise:
Arise, arise!