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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==


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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.
 
 
 


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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.