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One morning in May by chance I did rove | One morning in May by chance I did rove | ||
I sat myself down by the side of a grove | I sat myself down by the side of a grove | ||
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I pray you now heed me these words for to hear, | I pray you now heed me these words for to hear, | ||
that when you're grown old you may have it to sing, | that when you're grown old you may have it to sing, | ||
that you never heard so sweet as the birds in the spring. | that you never heard so sweet as the birds in the spring.}} | ||
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- CPDL #25873:
- Editor: Jens Klimek (submitted 2012-04-08). Score information: A4, 6 pages Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: The sweet Nightingale
Composer: Anonymous (Traditional)
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
(divisi in all parts)
Genre: Secular, Folksong, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
Published: 2012
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Original text and translations
English♀ 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. text[[Category:English♀ 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. texts]]