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- (Posted 2021-09-25) CPDL #65876:
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2021-09-25). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 142 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: THe deserter's meditations
Composer: Samuel Harrison
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Glee
Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard
First published: 1852 Novello's Glee Hive no.49
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Original text and translations
English text
If sadly thinking, and spirits sinking,
could more than drinking our griefs compose;
A cure for sorrow form care I'd borrow,
and hope tomorrow might end my woes.
But since in wailing, there's nought availing,
and death unfailing will strike his blow!
Then for this reason, and for a season,
Let us be merry before we go.
A way-worn ranger, to joy a stranger,
thro-ev'ry danger my course I've run;
Now death befriending, his last aid lending,
my griefs are ending, my woes are gone.
No more a rover, or hapless lover,
those cares are over, my cup runs low;
Then for this reason, and for a season,
Let us be merry before we go.