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- CPDL #10752: Sibelius 3
- Editor: Philip Legge (added 2006-01-14). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 82 kbytes Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Included in the TUMS Busking Book.
- CPDL #5037: Sibelius 2.
- Editor: Toby Wardman (added 2003-05-13). Score information: Letter, 1 pages, 76 kbytes Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
- CPDL #6749: Scorch Sibelius 2.
- Editor: John D. Smith (added 2004-02-20). Score information: A4, 2 pages, kbytes Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Scores listed alphabetically by composer, some scores are also available as PDF files.
General Information
Title: Since first I saw your face
Composer: Thomas Ford
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigals
Language: English
Instruments: none, a cappella
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Original text and translations
English text
1. Since first I saw your face I resolv’d
- To honour and renown you;
- If now I be disdain’d I wish
- My heart had never known you.
- What I that loved and you that liked,
- Shall we begin to wrangle?
- No, no, no! my heart is fast
- And cannot disentangle.
2. The Sun, whose beams most glorious are,
- Rejecteth no beholder,
- And your sweet beauty past compare,
- Made my poor eyes the bolder:
- Where beauty moves and wit delights,
- And signs of kindness bind me,
- There, oh there! Where e’er I go
- I leave my heart behind me.
3. If I desire or praise you too much,
- That fault you may forgive me;
- Or if my hands had strayed but a touch,
- Then justly might you leave me.
- I asked you leave, you bade me love;
- Is now the time to chide me?
- No, no, no! I’ll love you still,
- What fortune e’er betide me.