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==Original text and translations==
 
==Original text and translations==
  
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:Now we hear the Spring's sweet voice
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:Singing gladly through the world;
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:Bidding all the earth rejoice.
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:All is merry in the field,
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:Flowers grow amidst the grass,
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:Blossoms blue, red, white they yiels.
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:As I seek my maiden true,
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:Sings the little lark on high
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:Fain to send her praises due.
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:As I climb and reach her door,
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:Ah! I see a rival there,
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:So farewell! For evermore.
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:Ever true was I to thee.
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:Never grieved or vexed thee, love,
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:False, oh! False, art thou to me.
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:Now amid the forest green,
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:Far from cruel eyes that mock
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:Will I dwell unloved, unseen.
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[[Category:Sheet music]][[Category:Secular music]][[Category:Partsongs]][[Category:SATB]][[Category:Romantic music]]

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Editor: Stuart McIntosh (added 2004-09-27).   Score information: A4, 11 pages, 180 kbytes   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

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

Number of voices: 4vv  Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsongs
Language: English
Instruments: piano
Published:

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

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Original text and translations

English text

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.