Roger and Sue (Johann Adolph Hasse)

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Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2022-05-15).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 156 kB   Copyright: CC BY SA
Edition notes: Please click on the link for preview/playback/PDF download. The figured bass has been realised editorially.

General Information

Title: Roger and Sue
Composer: Johann Adolph Hasse
Lyricist: Anonymous
Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: Solo high
Genre: SecularAria

Language: English
Instruments: Basso continuo

First published: 1746
Description: From "Calliope or English Harmony. A Collection of the most celebrated English and Scots songs", London, 1746. Many of the songs from this collection were probably composed for the London pleasure gardens, particularly Vauxhall. The comedy in this piece derives from a common device of the period: the mis-match of a vulgar subject described in the demotic married with a high art (Italian opera seria) tune, in this instance 'Apenna amor sen nasce' from Hasse's Cleofide.

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Original text and translations

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One morn, sweet Sue, a pail or two
Of water drew, in slipshod shoe,
When ice was newly frozen.
When falling from the pump
Slapdash upon her rump,
A great and mighty bump
Swell'd on her buttocks plump.
"It smarts, it burns, it aches by turns
All o'er I'm sore", she loud did moan,
"I ne'er shall more my ware restore,
To charm as it was wont before.
Alas, O cruel cursed destiny,
Would the Devil had the rump for me".

Young Hodge, who worked hard by her,
From pigsty chanced to spy her,
Which raised the clown's desire.
Soon as he heard her rear and yelp,
He ran and offer'd her his help.
"Be gone", she cried, "you saucy whelp,
And leave me. But for this sad disaster
I sure must have a plaister,
Then if you can relieve me,
Oh, straight your cure begin,
O Roger, quick, your salve apply,
Or Sukey soon will faint and die".