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*{{PostedDate|2022-05-14}} {{CPDLno|69197}} [http://www.notamos.co.uk/148273.shtml {{ | *{{PostedDate|2022-05-14}} {{CPDLno|69197}} [http://www.notamos.co.uk/148273.shtml {{net}}] | ||
{{Editor|Christopher Shaw|2022-05-14}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|3|175}}{{Copy|Creative Commons Attribution Share Alike}} | {{Editor|Christopher Shaw|2022-05-14}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|3|175}}{{Copy|Creative Commons Attribution Share Alike}} | ||
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Sometimes a happy rustic swain, | |||
In cottage born, of humble stem, | |||
Acquires with little toil and pain, | |||
Thro' fortune's smiles, a diadem. | |||
While he that's blasted by her frown, | |||
To dire mischance is sure decreed; | |||
And tho' entitled to a crown, | |||
A field may till, a flock may feed.}} | |||
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Revision as of 18:55, 14 May 2022
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- Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2022-05-14). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 175 kB Copyright: CC BY SA
- Edition notes: Please click on the link for preview/playback/PDF download.
General Information
Title: Sometimes a happy rustic swain
Composer: John Sale
Lyricist: Metastasio (trans. Charles Burney)create page
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: SSB
Genre: Secular, Glee
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: c.1800 (n/d)
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Original text and translations
English text
Sometimes a happy rustic swain,
In cottage born, of humble stem,
Acquires with little toil and pain,
Thro' fortune's smiles, a diadem.
While he that's blasted by her frown,
To dire mischance is sure decreed;
And tho' entitled to a crown,
A field may till, a flock may feed.