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  • (Posted 2011-05-12)  CPDL #23548:  Network.png   PDF see Frauenstimmen – Folk
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Editor: Burkard Peter (submitted 2011-05-12).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 87 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: The busy lark
Composer: George Whitefield Chadwick
Lyricist: Geoffrey Chaucer

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicings: SATB, SSAA or TTBB
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published:
Description: Text from The Canterbury Tales (end of 14th century)

External websites:

Original text and translations

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The busy lark, messenger of day,
saluteth in her song the morrow gray;
and firey Phoebus rises up so bright,
that all the orient laugheth at the sight.
And with his streames drieth in the greves
the silver drops, hanging on the leaves.