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  • (Posted 2022-07-02)  CPDL #69855:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2022-07-02).   Score information: A4, 7 pages, 189 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: A lover's counsel
Composer: Frederic Hymen Cowen
Lyricist: Frederick Wyville Home
Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: TTBB
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

First published: 1893 The Orpheus (New series) no.252
Description: Composed expressly for the South London Musical Club

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Original text and translations

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1  Have you seen my lady's eyes
Flash with laughter kind and bright?
Never dews from dawning skies
Drew so fair and fine a light.
Should you see them you were lost;
Shun them, shun them, count the cost.
If she do not smile on you,
Look not on her, lest you rue.

2  Have you seen my lady dream
In an hour of soft repose?
Like shut lilies of the stream
Are her eyelids when they close.
Gaze not thither, if you're wise,
She's too fair for mortal eyes.
If she do not dream of you,
Look not on her, lest you rue.

3  Have you heard my lady sing,
Lifting up her pretty throat?
Never woodland bird of Spring,
Shook night's heart with such a note.
List not to her, come not near,
'Tis too sweet for mortal ear.
If she do not sing for you,
Do not hearken, lest you rue.