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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==


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<poem>
1. How can I leave thee?
How can I from thee part?
Thou only hast my heart;
Dear one, believe.
Thou has this soul of mine,
So closely bound to thine,
No other can I love,
Save thee alone!
 
2. Blue is a flow'ret     
Called the "Forget-me-not."     
Wear it upon thy heart;
And think of me!
Flow'ret and hope may die,
Yet love with us shall stay,
That cannot pass away,
Dear one, believe.
 
3. Would I bird were!
Soon at thy side to be,
Falcon nor hawk would fear,
Speeding to thee.
When by the fowler slain,
I at thy feet should lie,
Thou sadly shouldst complain,
Joyful I'd die.
</poem>


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CPDL #21478: Icon_pdf.gif Icon_snd.gif Sibelius 4
Editor: Brigid Baker (submitted 2010-04-19).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 104 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
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General Information

Title: How Can I Leave Thee
Composer: Unknown

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularFolksong

Language: Old English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1917

Description: Of Thuringian (Germany) origin.

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Original text and translations

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1. How can I leave thee?
How can I from thee part?
Thou only hast my heart;
Dear one, believe.
Thou has this soul of mine,
So closely bound to thine,
No other can I love,
Save thee alone!

2. Blue is a flow'ret
Called the "Forget-me-not."
Wear it upon thy heart;
And think of me!
Flow'ret and hope may die,
Yet love with us shall stay,
That cannot pass away,
Dear one, believe.

3. Would I bird were!
Soon at thy side to be,
Falcon nor hawk would fear,
Speeding to thee.
When by the fowler slain,
I at thy feet should lie,
Thou sadly shouldst complain,
Joyful I'd die.