Corinna (Ethel Mary Boyce)

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  • (Posted 2021-11-28)  CPDL #66921:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2021-11-28).   Score information: A4, 12 pages, 281 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Corinna
Composer: Ethel Mary Boyce
Lyricist: Robert Herrick
Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: SSA
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

First published: 1918 Novello's Octavo edition of Trios etc. for Female Voices no.466
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Original text and translations

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Get up, get up for shame! the blooming morn
Upon her wings presents the god unshorn.
See how Aurora throws her fair
Fresh-quilted colours through the air:
Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see
The dew-bespangling herb and tree.
Each flower has wept, and bowed toward the east,
Above an hour since; yet you are not drest,
Nay! not so much as out of bed?
When all the Birds have matins said,
And sung their thankful hymns: 'tis sin,
Nay, profanation to keep in:
Then sin no more, as we have done, by staying;
Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a Maying.

Come, let us go, while we are in our prime;
And take the harmless folly of the time.
We shall grow old apace, and die
Before we know our liberty.
Our life is short; and our days run
As fast away as doth the sun.
Come, my Corinna, come; and coming, mark
How each field seems a street; each street a park,
Made green, and trimmed with trees: see how
Devotion gives each house a bough,
Or branch: each porch, each door, ere this,
An ark, a tabernacle is
Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove;
As if here were those cooler shades of love.
Can such delights be in the street,
And open fields, and we not see't?
Come, we'll abroad; and let's obey
The proclamation made for May:
And sin no more, as we have done, by staying;
Come my Corinna, come, let's go a Maying.