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==General Information== | ==General Information== | ||
{{Title|''My lady is so wondrous fair''}} | |||
{{Composer|John Baptiste Calkin}} | {{Composer|John Baptiste Calkin}} | ||
{{Lyricist|Knight Summers}} | {{Lyricist|Knight Summers}} | ||
{{Voicing|4|SATB}} | {{Voicing|4|SATB}} | ||
{{Genre|Secular|Partsongs}} | {{Genre|Secular|Partsongs}} | ||
{{Language|English}} | {{Language|English}} | ||
{{Instruments|Keyboard}} | {{Instruments|Keyboard}} | ||
{{Pub|1| | {{Pub|1|1870|in ''[[Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 3]]''|no=100}} | ||
{{Descr|The source states the lyricist is [[Knight Summers]]. Other versions attribute it to [[W. S. Passmore]].}} | |||
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==Original text and translations== | ==Original text and translations== | ||
{{Text|English| | {{Text|English| | ||
{{Vs|1}} My lady is so wondrous fair, | {{Vs|1}} My lady is so wondrous fair, | ||
Not born of earth, a sylph of air; | Not born of earth, a sylph of air; | ||
Her figure cast in Hebe's mode, | Her figure cast in Hebe's mode, | ||
Her hair is like the purest gold, | Her hair is like the purest gold, | ||
Her eyes the brightest stars outshine, | Her eyes the brightest stars outshine, | ||
Ah! shall I ever call her mine? | Ah! shall I ever call her mine? | ||
Where she will she can me lead, | Where she will she can me lead, | ||
For she is very love indeed. | For she is very love indeed. | ||
{{Vs|2}} How bright the glances she can dart. | {{Vs|2}} How bright the glances she can dart. | ||
They find their way straight to my heart; | They find their way straight to my heart; | ||
She has the sweetest voice on earth, | She has the sweetest voice on earth, | ||
Her happy laugh how full of mirth; | Her happy laugh how full of mirth; | ||
How sadly for her love I pine! | How sadly for her love I pine! | ||
Yet shall I ever call her mine? | Yet shall I ever call her mine? | ||
Where she will she can me lead, | Where she will she can me lead, | ||
For she is very love indeed. | For she is very love indeed. | ||
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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
- Edition notes:
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.
External websites:
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.