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The Crystal Spring
02:58
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Down by some crystal spring where the nightingales sing,
Most pleasant it is in season, to hear the groves ring.
Down by the riverside, a young captain I espied,
Entreating of his true love for to be his bride.
Dear Phyllis, says he, can you fancy me?
All in your soft bowers a crown it shall be:
You shall take no pain, I will you maintain,
My ship she is a-loaded, just come in from Spain.
There are young men I know, great kindness will show,
They will offer and proffer much more than they'll do;
And whenever they can find a maiden that's kind,
With laughing and chaffing they'll change like the wind:
But if e'er I prove false to my soft little dove,
May the ocean turn desert, and the elements move;
For wherever I shall be, I'll be constant to thee.
Like a rover I will wander and swim through the sea.
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Come, Phyllis
02:11
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Come, Phyllis, come into these bowers:
Here shelter is from sharpest showers,
Cool gales of wind breathe in these shades,
Danger none this place invades:
Here sit and note the chirping birds
Pleading my love in silent words.
Come, Phyllis, come, bright heaven's eye
Cannot upon thy beauty pry;
Glad Echo in distinguished voice
Naming thee will here rejoice.
Then come and hear her merry lays
Crowning thy name with lasting praise.
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Bird on a Briar
02:18
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1. Bird on a briar, oh bird, bird on a briar,
Mankind is come of love, love to crave.
Blitheful bird, have pity on me,
Or dig, Love, dig for me my grave.
2. I am so blithe, so bright, bird on a briar,
When I see that handmaid in the hall:
She is white of limb, lovely and true,
She is fair and flower of all.
3. Might I have her at my will,
Steadfast of love, lovely and true,
From my sorrow she may me save,
Joy and bliss would me renew.
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1. Some can flatter, some can feign,
Simple truth shall plead for me;
Let not beauty truth disdain,
Truth is even as fair as she.
2. But since Pairs must equal prove,
Let my strength her youth oppose,
Love her beauty, faith her love;
On even terms so may we close.
3. Cork or Lead in equal weight
Both one just proportion yield;
So may breadth be poised with height,
Steepest mount with plainest field.
4. Virtues have not all one kind,
Yet all virtues merit be,
Diverse virtues are combined;
Differing so, deserts agree.
5. Let then love and beauty meet,
Making one divine concent,
Constant as the sounds and sweet,
That enchant the firmament.
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By Dimpled Brook
00:58
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By dimpled brook and fountain brim,
The wood-nymphs decked with daisies trim,
Their merry, merry wakes and pastimes keep,
What has night to do with sleep?
Night has better sweets to prove,
Let us through bright gardens rove;
Haste, and now the dance begin,
Ere gaudy daylight dares break in.
Words from Comus by John Milton (1608-1674)
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What Is Power
01:19
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What is Power, what a Crown,
If for them I quit thy Charms?
What is Honour or Renown,
What's a Kingdom to thy Arms?
Crowns, successive ills attending,
Give eternal Care and Pain;
In thy Arms Joys never ending,
There alone let STREPHON Reign.
Words from British Musical Miscellany (London: John Walsh, 1733), Vol. IV, p. 127
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Begone, Dull Care
01:31
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Begone, dull care! I prithee begone from me;
Begone, dull care! You and I will never agree.
Long time thou hast been tarrying here,
And fain thou wouldst me kill,
But in faith, dull care!
Thou never shalt have thy will.
Too much care will make a young man turn gray,
And too much care will turn an old man to clay.
My wife shall dance and I will sing
So merrily pass the day,
For I hold it one of the wisest things
To drive dull care away.
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When the bright God of Day
Drove to Westward his Ray,
And the Evening was charming and Clear,
The Swallows amain
Nimbly skim o'er the Plain
And our shadows like Giants appear.
In a Jessamine Bower,
(When the Bean was in Flower
And Zephyrs breathed Odours around,)
Loved Celia she sat,
With her Song and her Spinnet,
And she charmed all the Grove with her Sound.
Rosy Bowers, she sung,
Whilst the Harmony rung,
And the Birds they all fluttering arrive;
The industrious Bees,
From the Flowers and Trees,
Gently hum with their Sweets to their Hive.
The gay God of Love,
As he flew o'er the Grove
By Zephyrs conducted along,
As she touched on the Strings,
He beat Time with his Wings,
Whilst Echo repeated the Song.
O ye Mortals, beware
How ye venture too near;
Love doubly is armed to wound:
Your Fate you can't shun
For you're surely undone
If you rashly approach near the Sound.
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Trolly Lolly Lo
01:48
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Trolly lolly lolly lo, sing trolly lolly lo,
My love is to the greenwood gone,
Now after will I go.
Sing trolly lolly lolly trolly lolly lolly lolly lolly lolly lolly lo.
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Contentment
02:35
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No Glory I covet, no Riches I want,
Ambition is nothing to me;
The one thing I beg of kind Heaven to grant,
Is a Mind independent and free.
With Passion unruffled, untainted with Pride,
By Reason my Life let me square;
The Wants of my Nature are cheaply supplied,
And the rest is but Folly and Care.
The Blessings, which Providence freely has lent,
I'll justly and gratefully prize;
Whilst sweet Meditation and cheerful Content
Shall make me both healthy and wise.
How vainly, through infinite Trouble and Strife,
The Many their Labours employ!
Since all that is truly delightful in Life
Is what all, if they will, may enjoy.
No Glory I covet, no Riches I want,
Ambition is nothing to me.
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