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

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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

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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.