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{{Editor|James Gibb|2019-11-28}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|5|90}}{{Copy|CPDL}} | {{Editor|James Gibb|2019-11-28}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|5|90}}{{Copy|CPDL}} | ||
:'''Edition notes:''' | :'''Edition notes:''' | ||
==General Information== | ==General Information== | ||
{{Title|''I saw lovely Phillis''}} | |||
{{Composer|Robert Lucas Pearsall}} | {{Composer|Robert Lucas Pearsall}} | ||
{{Lyricist|}} | {{Lyricist|}} | ||
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{{Language|English}} | {{Language|English}} | ||
{{Instruments|Keyboard}} | {{Instruments|Keyboard}} | ||
{{Pub|1|1877|in ''[[Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 10]]''|no=290}} | {{Pub|1|1840|}} | ||
{{Pub|2|1877|in ''[[Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 10]]''|no=290}} | |||
'''Description:''' | '''Description:''' | ||
'''External websites:''' | '''External websites:''' | ||
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==Original text and translations== | ==Original text and translations== | ||
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{{Vs|1}} I saw lovely Phillis lying on lilies, | {{Vs|1}} I saw lovely Phillis lying on lilies, | ||
And fairer was she than her flowery bed; | And fairer was she than her flowery bed; | ||
But when she did spy me, | But when she did spy me, | ||
O, then did she fly me; | O, then did she fly me; | ||
Not heeding nor hearing one word that I said. | Not heeding nor hearing one word that I said. | ||
Why did she fly, when I wished her to stay? | Why did she fly, when I wished her to stay? | ||
It is not well done, to drive lovers away; | It is not well done, to drive lovers away; | ||
For they'll sing fa la la. | For they'll sing fa la la. | ||
{{Vs|2}} And when I next meet her, how shall I greet her? | {{Vs|2}} And when I next meet her, how shall I greet her? | ||
If she should come smilingly forward to me, | If she should come smilingly forward to me, | ||
No, no, I will spite her: | No, no, I will spite her: | ||
I'll shun her and slight her, | I'll shun her and slight her, | ||
And cold and unfeeling as marble I'll be. | And cold and unfeeling as marble I'll be. | ||
What do I care, e'en though she despair? | What do I care, e'en though she despair? | ||
Her hands let her wring, I will merrily sing; | Her hands let her wring, I will merrily sing; | ||
I will sing fa la la la. | I will sing fa la la la. | ||
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- (Posted 2019-11-28) CPDL #56108:
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-11-28). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 90 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
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: 1840
2nd published: 1877 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 10, no. 290
Description:
External websites:
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.