I loved her (John Liptrot Hatton)

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  • (Posted 2023-10-25)  CPDL #76648:     
Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-10-25).   Score information: Letter, 8 pages, 373 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: SATB version
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Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-08-31).   Score information: A4, 6 pages, 105 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: SATB version.

General Information

Title: I loved her
Composer: John Liptrot Hatton
Lyricist: Anonymous

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicings: SATB or ATTB
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard

Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1873 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 6, no. 191
    2nd published: 1874 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 7, no. 232
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Original text and translations

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1  I loved her, and her azure eyes
Haunted me from sweet sunrise
To the dewy evening's close,
Dyeing rosier the rose.
Yet, I said, 'tis best to be free;
And I again was free.

2  But I changed, and auburn hair
Seemed to float upon the air,
Till I thought the orange flower,
Breathed of nothing but her bower.
Yet, I said, 'tis best to be free;
And I again was free.

3  Next I loved a Moorish maid,
And her cheek of moonlit shade,
Pale and languid, left my sleep
Not a shade for hers to keep.
Yet, I said, 'tis best to be free;
And I again was free.

4  But there came a lovelier one;
She undid all they had done;
I loved, I loved her, ah! how well!
Language has no power to tell.
Now, the wonder is to me;
How I ever lived while free.