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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==
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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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General Information

Title: The primrose
Composer: Henry David Leslie
Lyricist: Thomas Carew

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard

First published: 1875 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 4, no. 136

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Original text and translations

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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.