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To all | To all lovers of music, performers and scrapers, | ||
to those that love | to those that love catches, play tunes and cut capers; | ||
With a | With a new catch I greet you and tho' I say it that shouldn't. | ||
Like a | Like a fiddle, 'tis music tho' the words are but wooden: | ||
But my | But my brother John Playford and I shall present you | ||
e'er long with a | e'er long with a book, I presume will content you. | ||
Tis true we know well the | 'Tis true we know well the sale of good music, | ||
But to hear us perform | But to hear us perform would make him sick, or you sick. | ||
My maggot | My maggot an Sam, at the first Temple Gate, | ||
will further inform you, if not my Wife Kate | will further inform you, if not my Wife Kate; | ||
From between the two devils near Temple Bar,}} | From between the two devils near Temple Bar, | ||
I rest, your friend and servant, John Carr}} | |||
[[Category:Sheet music]] | [[Category:Sheet music]] | ||
[[Category:Baroque music]] | [[Category:Baroque music]] |
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- Editor: Andreas Stenberg (submitted 2005-12-01). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 422 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: One of three catches on musical Themes in Three Catches from "The Catch Club or Merry Companion…". H.Purcell: A Catch by way of an Epistle, Anon.: A Fiddler and a Fuddler, H.Purcell: Upon the Viol
General Information
Title: Upon the Viol, a Catch
Composer: Henry Purcell
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: SSS
Genre: Secular, Canon
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1731 -
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Original text and translations
English text
To all lovers of music, performers and scrapers,
to those that love catches, play tunes and cut capers;
With a new catch I greet you and tho' I say it that shouldn't.
Like a fiddle, 'tis music tho' the words are but wooden:
But my brother John Playford and I shall present you
e'er long with a book, I presume will content you.
'Tis true we know well the sale of good music,
But to hear us perform would make him sick, or you sick.
My maggot an Sam, at the first Temple Gate,
will further inform you, if not my Wife Kate;
From between the two devils near Temple Bar,
I rest, your friend and servant, John Carr