The harvest feast (Alfred Robert Gaul)

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  • (Posted 2023-10-18)  CPDL #76454:     
Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-10-18).   Score information: Letter, 12 pages, 637 kB   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: The harvest feast
Composer: Alfred Robert Gaul
Lyricist: Henry Shapcott Bunce
Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1894 Novello, Ewer, and Co.
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Original text and translations

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The lasses have dressed in their smartest and best,
    With ribbons to tie their hair,
In gayest of bows, and our Sunday clothes,
    We all to the barn repair.
The tables are laid for the Harvest Feast,
    And plenty awaits us there.
        The sun-browned reapers, so sturdy and strong,
        The gay young lovers, with hearts full of song,
        Old wives and gaffers that hobble along,
            All join in the Harvest Feasting.

There’s a bountiful spread of beef and of bread,
    And many a monster pie,
With fruits fresh and sweet, and wild flowers and wheat
    Our tables to beautify;
And glad is our master, and glad his wife,
    When the fun of the feast is high.
        The sun-browned reapers are sturdy and strong,
        The gay young lovers with hearts full of song,
        Old wives and gaffers that hobble along,
            All join in the Harvest Feasting.

Here’s health and long-life to the squire and his wife,
    Let nothing their souls distress;
May they ne’er wish in vain for sunshine or rain,
    And seasons of plenteousness.
May they smile every year at the Harvest Feast,
    The husbandman’s toil to bless.
        When sun-browned reapers, so sturdy and strong,
        The gay young lovers with hearts full of song,
        Old wives and gaffers that hobble along,
            All join in the Harvest Feasting.