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{{Vs|1}} I saw lovely Phillis lying on lilies, | |||
And fairer was she than her flowery bed; | |||
But when she did spy me, | |||
O, then did she fly me; | |||
Not heeding nor hearing one word that I said. | |||
Why did she fly, when I wished her to stay? | |||
It is not well done, to drive lovers away; | |||
For they'll sing fa la la. | |||
{{Vs|2}} And when I next meet her, how shall I greet her? | |||
If she should come smilingly forward to me, | |||
No, no, I will spite her: | |||
I'll shun her and slight her, | |||
And cold and unfeeling as marble I'll be. | |||
What do I care, e'en though she despair? | |||
Her hands let her wring, I will merrily sing; | |||
I will sing fa la la la. | |||
}} | |||
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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-11-28). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 90 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: I saw lovely Phillis
Composer: Robert Lucas Pearsall
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard
First published: 1875 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 10, no. 290
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Original text and translations
English text
1 I saw lovely Phillis lying on lilies,
And fairer was she than her flowery bed;
But when she did spy me,
O, then did she fly me;
Not heeding nor hearing one word that I said.
Why did she fly, when I wished her to stay?
It is not well done, to drive lovers away;
For they'll sing fa la la.
2 And when I next meet her, how shall I greet her?
If she should come smilingly forward to me,
No, no, I will spite her:
I'll shun her and slight her,
And cold and unfeeling as marble I'll be.
What do I care, e'en though she despair?
Her hands let her wring, I will merrily sing;
I will sing fa la la la.