When a peer makes love to a damsel fair (Reginald de Koven)

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Editor: Christopher Hapka (submitted 2008-07-17).   Score information: Letter, 14 pages, 704 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
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Title: When a peer makes love to a damsel fair
Composer: Reginald de Koven
Lyricist: Clement Scott

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: STB
Genre: SecularAria

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

First published: 1890

Description: No. 8 from "Robin Hood"

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Original text and translations

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When a peer makes love to a damsel fair, makes love to a damsel fair, Before he begins to make his confession He stands statuesquely to make an impression, Well something like this, or something like that, Or something like this is the proper air; Do you think you could do like that, my lad? For these are the arts of the peerage; Do you think you could do like that, my lad? That's very nice, pretty well, not bad.

Quite so! Oh, those are the means that the maids employ, The means that the maids employ, Before she begins to yield to his pleading she has to pretend that she gives little heeding. No, this kind of thing! That's just what they do when they think they're coy; Do not mind little things like that, my boy! That's what they do when they think they're coy. Repeat now after me: Sweetheart, my own sweetheart, Lift up thy bonny eyes, And bid with Love's fond art My drooping spirits rise. Behold a peer who kneels Down on his peerless knee, down on his peerless knee, And who distinctly feels A fiery fame for thee, Ardent love for thee! He'll help you churn, Help you to churn, to churn, Yes, help her, yes help her to churn, 'Tis right that you should help her churn, help her churn. I'll illustrate the art, By which to win her heart, Sweetheart, my own sweetheart, Lift up thy bonny eyes, And bid with Love's fond art My drooping spirits rise. Down on his peerless knee, Burn! burn! burn! For love of her You're churning and burning, Her hand you are earning, For love of her you churn. Oh no! Ch I think, as you say, it is not half bad; I'll follow your suggestion, And I will ask the fateful question.

Though like a peer I've stood and acted, The damsel's thoughts seem quite distracted. She seems distracted. Does this kind of thing? That's just what they do when they think they're coy; So that is the way they act when coy. Sweetheart, own sweetheart, bonny eyes, Yes, bid with Love's fond art Now my drooping spirits rise. Down on his peerless knee, down on my peerless knee, A fiery flame for thee, Ardent love for thee! Shall I help you to churn? Let me, pray! Yes, I will churn, Yes, for love of you I burn! Learning this churning Her hand I am earning, I'm learning to help her churn. Sweet, sweetheart, my own sweetheart, Lift up thy bonny eyes, And bid with Love's fond art Now my drooping spirits rise. Behold a peer who kneels Down on his peerless knee, and who for love doth burn! For love of her I'm churning and burning, Her hand I am earning, For love of her I churn. Oh no! Churning, churning, churning all the livelong day, All the day. Churning, take care! Love him, yes, love him, Churning, churning, heads are turning, with love burning, he is earning by his churning Ev'ry right to call you his, to call you his, fa la la! Earning, earning, earning wherewithal to pay. Churning, she does not care. Love me, love only me, love only me me, Fa la fa la la! Churning, churning, churning all the livelong day, Earning, earning, earning wherewithal to pay for a gown of satin rare, For a ribbon for my hair; Colin surely will declare that he loves me, loves me, loves only me! Fa la la! Fa la la! Fa la la la fa la la la fa la la la la fa la la la la la! What is that? How very flat! I pray you both begone! Have done! If for love of me you burn, Well yes, pray, Help me to churn, You may help me in churning, as churning, you're learning, My love you'll be earning, yes, help me to churn. What are they saying? Their wits are straying! Who for love of me is burning! I see a peer who kneels Down on his peerless knee For love of me, For love of me you churn. Oh! how I wish they'd go! For a gown of sat in rare, for a ribbon for my hair, Surely Colin will declare That he loves me, loves me, loves only me, Fa la la Fa la la Fa la la la fa la la la fa la la la fa