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Revision as of 07:14, 25 September 2014
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- CPDL #33021:
Finale 2012
- Editor: Chris Dell (submitted 2014-09-25). Score information: A4, 6 pages Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Feste's Song 2
Composer: Chris Dell
Lyricist: William Shakespeare
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
Published:
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
Come away, come away, death,
and in sad cypress let me be laid.
Fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew.
Oh, prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be strown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet
my poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown.
A thousand, thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O, where
sad true lover never find my grave
to weep there!