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'''Title:''' ''A cruel fate hangs threat'ning''<br>
 
'''Title:''' ''A cruel fate hangs threat'ning''<br>
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'''Published:''' 1769
 
'''Published:''' 1769
  
'''Description:''' An Eight Collection of Catches, Canons and Glees for three, four, five and six voices. Most humbly inscribed to the NOBLEMEN and GENTLEMEN of the Catch Club at the Thatch'd House Tavern, St James's by their much oblig'd and devoted servant Thos. Warren. Pr. 10/6. London. Printed by Longman and Broderip No. 26 Cheapside. Catch Club prize winner, 1769.
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'''Description:''' Catch Club prize medal winner, 1769.
  
 
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Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2011-04-11).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 58 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score. Please click on the link for preview/playback. Free registration at external website required for PDF download.

General Information

Title: A cruel fate hangs threat'ning

Composer: Theodore Aylward
Lyricist: Anon

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: TTB
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1769

Description: Catch Club prize medal winner, 1769.

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Original text and translations

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A cruel fate hangs threat'ning

O'er the lovely shepherd I adore.

Ye streams, ye know it yet pursue your ways,

Ye nightingales yet tune your warbling lays,

Ye who alone were conscious of our love,

Cease birds your notes, ye rivers cease to move.