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==General Information==
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  • (Posted 2022-01-17)  CPDL #67596:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2022-01-17).   Score information: A4, 6 pages, 169 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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Title: Sleep, my sweet
Composer: John Liptrot Hatton
Lyricist: George W. Birdseyecreate page
Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: ATTB
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard

First published: 1878 The Orpheus no.14
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Original text and translations

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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.