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{{Vs|1}} Sleep, my sweet, my darling sweet, | |||
I will watch the while, | |||
That no intruding step shall come | |||
Near the Slumber-isle. | |||
I will chase the honeybee, | |||
Humming in his joy, | |||
Far away, my sweet, from thee, | |||
Lest he should annoy, | |||
And should break thy calm repose; | |||
Or new sweets to sip, | |||
Deeming it his fav'rite rose, | |||
Nestle on thy lip. | |||
{{Vs|2}} Sleep, my sweet, tho' here 'tis night, | |||
Now thine eyes are hid, | |||
And I'm longing for the light | |||
Trembling 'neath each lid; | |||
Soon thy dream will pass away, | |||
Thou wilt ope thine eyes; | |||
Ah! then 'twill be a golden day, | |||
When two suns arise! | |||
Sleep, my sweet, my darling sweet, | |||
I will watch the while, | |||
Till, at last. thy fairy feet | |||
Leave the Slumber-isle.}} | |||
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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2022-01-17). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 169 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: Sleep, my sweet
Composer: John Liptrot Hatton
Lyricist: George W. Birdseyecreate page
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: ATTB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard
First published: 1878 The Orpheus no.14
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Original text and translations
English text
1 Sleep, my sweet, my darling sweet,
I will watch the while,
That no intruding step shall come
Near the Slumber-isle.
I will chase the honeybee,
Humming in his joy,
Far away, my sweet, from thee,
Lest he should annoy,
And should break thy calm repose;
Or new sweets to sip,
Deeming it his fav'rite rose,
Nestle on thy lip.
2 Sleep, my sweet, tho' here 'tis night,
Now thine eyes are hid,
And I'm longing for the light
Trembling 'neath each lid;
Soon thy dream will pass away,
Thou wilt ope thine eyes;
Ah! then 'twill be a golden day,
When two suns arise!
Sleep, my sweet, my darling sweet,
I will watch the while,
Till, at last. thy fairy feet
Leave the Slumber-isle.