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'''Description:''' No. 2 from "From the Bavarian Highlands"<br>
'''Description:''' No. 2 from "From the Bavarian Highlands"<br>

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  • CPDL #07931:      (Sibelius 2)
Editor: Stuart McIntosh (submitted 2004-09-27).   Score information: A4, 11 pages, 180 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes:

General Information

Title: False Love, Op. 27, No. 2
Composer: Edward Elgar

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

First published:

Description: No. 2 from "From the Bavarian Highlands"

External websites:

Original text and translations

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Now we hear the Spring's sweet voice
Singing gladly through the world;
Bidding all the earth rejoice.

All is merry in the field,
Flowers grow amidst the grass,
Blossoms blue, red, white they yiels.

As I seek my maiden true,
Sings the little lark on high
Fain to send her praises due.

As I climb and reach her door,
Ah! I see a rival there,
So farewell! For evermore.

Ever true was I to thee.
Never grieved or vexed thee, love,
False, oh! False, art thou to me.

Now amid the forest green,
Far from cruel eyes that mock
Will I dwell unloved, unseen.