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{{ | {{Pub|1|1875|in ''[[Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 4]]''|no=136}} | ||
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==Original text and translations== | ==Original text and translations== | ||
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{{Vs|1}} Ask me why I send you here, | |||
This firstling of the infant year, | |||
Ask me why I send to you | |||
This primrose all bepearled with dew, | |||
Straight will I whisper in your ears, | |||
The sweets of love are washed with tears. | |||
{{Vs|2}} Ask me why this flower doth shew | |||
So yellow, green, and sickly too; | |||
Ask me why this stalk is weak | |||
And bending, yet it doth not break; | |||
I must tell you this, discover | |||
What doubts and fears are in a lover. | |||
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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-07-09). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 86 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
General Information
Title: The primrose
Composer: Henry David Leslie
Lyricist: Thomas Carew
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard
First published: 1875 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 4, no. 136
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
1 Ask me why I send you here,
This firstling of the infant year,
Ask me why I send to you
This primrose all bepearled with dew,
Straight will I whisper in your ears,
The sweets of love are washed with tears.
2 Ask me why this flower doth shew
So yellow, green, and sickly too;
Ask me why this stalk is weak
And bending, yet it doth not break;
I must tell you this, discover
What doubts and fears are in a lover.