From Oberon, in Fairy land (Richard John Samuel Stevens)

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  • (Posted 2021-09-13)  CPDL #65758:  Network.png
Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2021-09-13).   Score information: A4, 10 pages, 492 kB   Copyright: CC BY SA
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General Information

Title: From Oberon, in Fairy land
Composer: Richard John Samuel Stevens
Lyricist: Ben Jonson(attrib.)
Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularGlee

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella (keyboard reduction)

First published: c.1793 Published for the Author, n/d
    2nd published: 1851 Novello's Glee Hive, no. 1
Description: Originally performed at Harrison & Knyvett's Vocal Concerts (public glee recitals)

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Original text and translations

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From Oberon, in Fairy land,
The King of ghosts and shadows there,
We Faries all, at his command,
Are sent to view the night-sports here.
What revel rout is kept about
In ev'ry corner where we go!
We will o'ersee, and merry be,
And make good sport, with ho, ho, ho!

where lads and lasses merry be,
With possets and with junkets fine,
Unseen of all the company,
We'll eat their cakes and sip their wine.
O then what sport! the wine runs short,
The blushing cheeks with anger glow:
Their cakes they miss, and shriek, who's this?
We answer nought, but ho, ho, ho!

By wells and rills, in meadows green,
We nightly dance our heyday guise;
And to our Fairy King and Queen,
We chant our moonlight minstrelsies.
Fiends! Ghosts! and Sprites! who haunt the nights,
The Hags and Goblins do us know;
And Beldames old our feats have told;
So frolic it with ho, ho, ho!