The Turtle-Dove (Jennifer Bastable)

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  • (Posted 2024-05-23)  CPDL #80762:       
Editor: Jennifer Bastable (submitted 2024-05-23).   Score information: Letter, 6 pages, 343 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: Version for soloist + SATB choir.
  • (Posted 2024-05-23)  CPDL #80761:     
Editor: Jennifer Bastable (submitted 2024-05-23).   Score information: Letter, 6 pages, 343 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: Version for SSATB choir.
  • (Posted 2025-10-13)  CPDL #87130:     
Editor: Jennifer Bastable (submitted 2025-10-13).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 254 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: Unaccompanied folk-song version.

General Information

Title: The Turtle-Dove
Composer: Jennifer Bastable
Lyricist: Anon
Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SSATB
Genre: SecularFolksong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published:
Description: A setting of traditional words, in two versions: for mezzo-soprano or soprano soloist and SATB accompanying choir, or the same music adapted for SSATB choir.

The unaccompanied folk-song version is also given. Through-composed folk-songs are relatively uncommon, but certainly do exist.

External websites:

Original text and translations

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Fare thee well, my dear, I must be gone,
And leave you for a while.
If I roam away I’ll come back again,
Though I roam ten thousand mile, my dear,
Though I roam ten thousand mile.

Ten thousand mile, ‘tis a very long way,
That from you I must go,
Where there’s many a dark and a dismal night,
And the stormy winds do blow, my dear,
And the stormy winds do blow.

And don’t you see that little turtle-dove
Sitting on the yon high tree,
And a making moan for the loss of his love?
As I will do for thee, my dear,
As I will do for thee.

So when this you see, remember me,
And bear it in your mind,
And be not like the weather-cock,
That changes with the weather and the wind, my dear,
That changes with the weather and the wind.