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Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2008-05-14).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 53 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: File Sizes: PDF: 53 KB, MIDI: 8 KB, Sib4: 40 KB.

General Information

Title: To Lucasta on Going to the Wars
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: Richard Lovelace

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: Tenor solo

Genre: SecularArt song

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

Published: 1895

Description: Number 1 of Parry's "English Lyrics" - Set 3, Lyrics: Richard Lovelace - (1618 - 1658), "Lucasta: Epodes, Odes, Sonnets, Songs, ..." (1649)

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Original text and translations

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Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind
To war and arms I fly.


True, a new mistress now I chase,
The first foe in the field;
And with a stronger faith embrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.


Yet this inconstancy is such
As you too shall adore;
I could not love thee, dear, so much,
Lov'd I not honour more.