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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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{{Vs|1}} When last I strayed into the glade,
All things were green and blooming.
The roses there were blushing fair,
All that lay round perfuming.
I drew me near a fountain clear,
Which fresh and gay was playing,
And there I saw my own true love,
And she for me was staying.
 
{{Vs|2}} I cannot tell how it befell,
That she should kindly greet me,
For I might say, before that day,
Most hardly did she treat me.
But let that be, she's dear to me,
Yet love I not as brother,
And if she lay in her cold clay,
I ne'er could love another.}}


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Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-12-02).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 63 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: When last I strayed
Composer: Robert Lucas Pearsall
Lyricist: Robert Lucas Pearsall

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard

First published: 1875 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 10, no. 301

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Original text and translations

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1  When last I strayed into the glade,
All things were green and blooming.
The roses there were blushing fair,
All that lay round perfuming.
I drew me near a fountain clear,
Which fresh and gay was playing,
And there I saw my own true love,
And she for me was staying.

2  I cannot tell how it befell,
That she should kindly greet me,
For I might say, before that day,
Most hardly did she treat me.
But let that be, she's dear to me,
Yet love I not as brother,
And if she lay in her cold clay,
I ne'er could love another.