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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: Secular, Partsong
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
English text
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.