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#''A Stray Nymph Of Dian'' (Julian Sturgis)
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# [[Crabbed age and youth (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|Crabbed age and youth]]
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# [[Lay a garland on my hearse (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|Lay a garland on my hearse]]
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#''Love and laughter'' (Arthur Butler)
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#''A girl to her glass'' (Julian Sturgis)
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# [[A Welsh lullaby (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|A Welsh lullaby]]
  
 
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Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2008-04-22).   Score information: A4, 5 pages, 56 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: A Welsh Lullaby
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: Anonymous lyricist, translated by E. O. Jones

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: Solo high
Genre: SecularArt song

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

Published: 1902

Description: English Lyrics Set 5 - No.7

  1. A Stray Nymph Of Dian (Julian Sturgis)
  2. Proud Maisie
  3. Crabbed age and youth
  4. Lay a garland on my hearse
  5. Love and laughter (Arthur Butler)
  6. A girl to her glass (Julian Sturgis)
  7. A Welsh lullaby

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Original text and translations

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Sleep, sleep,
Sleep, sleep!
All nature now is steeping
Her sons in sleep,
their eylids close,
All living things in sweet repose
Are sleeping, sleeping!

Sleep, baby, sleep!
Peace o'er thee watch be keeping,
If from my bosom thou art torn,
Low in grave I'll lie forlorn.
Sleeping, Ah!
sleeping, sleeping.