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<poem> | |||
One morning in May by chance I did rove | |||
I sat myself down by the side of a grove | |||
and there did I hear the sweet nightingale sing, | |||
I never heard so sweet as the birds in the Spring. | |||
All on the grass I sat myself down | |||
where the voice of the nightingale echoed around; | |||
don't you hear how she quivers the notes? I declare | |||
no music, no songster with her can compare. | |||
Come all you young men, I'll have you draw near, | |||
I pray you now heed me these words for to hear, | |||
that when you're grown old you may have it to sing, | |||
that you never heard so sweet as the birds in the spring. | |||
</poem> | |||
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CPDL #25873:
- Editor: Jens Klimek (submitted 2012-04-08). Score information: A4, 6 pages Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: The sweet Nightingale
Composer: Anonymous (Traditional)
Number of voices: 6vv Voicing: SMATBarB
Genre: Secular, Unknown
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
Published: 2012
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
One morning in May by chance I did rove
I sat myself down by the side of a grove
and there did I hear the sweet nightingale sing,
I never heard so sweet as the birds in the Spring.
All on the grass I sat myself down
where the voice of the nightingale echoed around;
don't you hear how she quivers the notes? I declare
no music, no songster with her can compare.
Come all you young men, I'll have you draw near,
I pray you now heed me these words for to hear,
that when you're grown old you may have it to sing,
that you never heard so sweet as the birds in the spring.