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- 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: Secular, Partsong
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
English text
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.