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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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  • (Posted 2019-05-24)  CPDL #54309:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-05-24).   Score information: A4, 5 pages, 95 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: My lady is so wondrous fair
Composer: John Baptiste Calkin
Lyricist: Knight Summers

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard

First published: 1870 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 3, no. 100
Description: The source states the lyricist is Knight Summers. Other versions attribute it to W. S. Passmore.

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Original text and translations

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1  My lady is so wondrous fair,
Not born of earth, a sylph of air;
Her figure cast in Hebe's mode,
Her hair is like the purest gold,
Her eyes the brightest stars outshine,
Ah! shall I ever call her mine?
Where she will she can me lead,
For she is very love indeed.

2  How bright the glances she can dart.
They find their way straight to my heart;
She has the sweetest voice on earth,
Her happy laugh how full of mirth;
How sadly for her love I pine!
Yet shall I ever call her mine?
Where she will she can me lead,
For she is very love indeed.