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  • CPDL #31862:  Icon_pdf.gif Icon_snd.gif Nwc.png (NoteWorthy Composer)
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Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2011-07-10).   Score information: A4, 6 pages, 69 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Ah, Cupid grant that I may never see
Composer: Thomas Bateson

Number of voices: 6vv   Voicing: SSATBB

Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

Published: 1618

Description: No. 29 from The Second Set of English Madrigals to 3, 4, 5, and 6 voices (Thomas Bateson).

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Original text and translations

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Ah, Cupid grant that I may never see
her through mine ear that thus hath wounded me,
if through mine eyes another wound she give,
Cupid, alas, then I no longer live,
but die, poor wretch, shot through and through the liver,
with those sharp arrows she stole from thy quiver.