Quick! We have but a second (Charles Villiers Stanford)

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Editor: John D. Smith (submitted 2004-02-20).   Score information: A4, 3 pages   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: Scorch required to view and print the score. Scores listed alphabetically by composer.
Editor: Rafael Ornes (submitted 1999-02-03).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 68 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Finale file is zipped. Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score.
Error.gif Possible error(s) identified. Error summary: m19--is "When a" really elided on a single 8th note? I believe other editions I've seen each word separately on the last two 8th notes of the measure -- Vaarky 05:38, 18 May 2010 (UTC) See the discussion page for full description.

General Information

Title: Quick! We have but a second
Composer: Charles Villiers Stanford
Lyricist: Thomas Moore

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

Published:

Description:

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Original text and translations

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Quick! We have but a second,
Fill round the cup while you may
For time, the churl, hath beckoned
And we must away, away!

Grasp the pleasure that’s flying
For oh, not Orpheus’ strain
Could keep sweet hours from dying
Or charm them to life again.

Then, quick! We have but a second,
Fill round the cup while you may
For time, the churl, hath beckoned
And we must away, away!

See the glass, how it flushes
Like some young hebe’s lip
And half meets thine, and blushes
That thou shouldst delay to sip.

Shame, oh, shame unto thee
If e’er thou seest that day
When a cup or a lip shall woo thee
And turn untouched away.

Then quick! We have but a second,
Fill round the cup while you may
For time, the churl, hath beckoned
And we must away, away!