Come bind my hair (Jonathan Battishill)

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  • (Posted 2021-09-29)  CPDL #65948:         
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Edition notes: ATB version. Alto part in treble clef, rather than octave below treble clef. of for O, as indicated.
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General Information

Title: Come bind my hair
Composer: Jonathan Battishill
Lyricist: Thomas Mozeen
Number of voices: 3vv   Voicings: TTB or ATB
Genre: SecularGlee

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1771
    2nd published: 1853 Novello's Glee Hive no.69
Description: This glee gained a Catch Club prize medal in 1771.

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Original text and translations

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Come bind my hair, ye wood nymphs fair,
With ivy wreaths, come bind my brows.
Hence grief and woe and pain and care,
To Bacchus I'll devote my vows.
Dull cynic rules are fit for schools;
Let those digest the food who can;
But love and wine shall still be mine
Oh let me laugh out all my span.
No wounds, O[of] love, e'er let me feel,
But such as spring from eyes and shapes;
A curse on those that come by steel,
I hate all blood but blood of grapes.
Then fill up high the bowl
That I may drink and laugh at fools of sense;
Why need we fear to want next year
'Twill be all one an hundred hence.