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Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2021-09-13).   Score information: A4, 6 pages, 282 kB   Copyright: CC BY SA
Edition notes: Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score. Please click on the link for preview/playback/PDF download.

General Information

Title: Here in cool grot
Composer: Lord Mornington
Lyricist: William Shenstone
Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularGlee

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1779
Description: This glee was awarded a Prize Medal by the Catch Club in 1779.

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Original text and translations

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Here in cool grot and mossy cell
We rural fays and fairies dwell;
Though rarely seen by mortal eye,
When the pale moon, ascending high,
Darts through yon lines her quiv'ring beams;
We frisk it near these crystal streams.
Her beams, reflected from the wave,
Afford the light our revels crave;
The turf, with daisies 'broidered o'er
Exceeds we wot the Parian floor;
Nor yet for artful strains we call,
But listen to the waterfall.