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{{Editor|Christopher Shaw|2022-01-17}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|3|177}}{{Copy|Creative Commons Attribution Share Alike}} | {{Editor|Christopher Shaw|2022-01-17}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|3|177}}{{Copy|Creative Commons Attribution Share Alike}} | ||
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Revision as of 20:58, 17 January 2022
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- Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2022-01-17). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 177 kB Copyright: CC BY SA
- Edition notes: Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score. Please click on the link for preview/playback/PDF download.
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2014-06-06). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 45 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Rise my joy
Composer: Samuel Webbe
Lyricist: Anon, probably the composercreate page
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: ATTB
Genre: Secular, Glee
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1777
Description: This glee gained a Catch Club prize medal in 1777.
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Original text and translations
English text
Rise, my joy, sweet mirth attend,
I'm resolv'd to be thy friend.
Sneaking Phœbus hides his head,
He's with Thetis gone to bed.
Tho' he will not on me shine,
Still there's brightness in the wine.
From Bacchus I'll such lustre borrow,
my Face shall be a sun to morrow.