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- Editor: George Steel (submitted 2005-09-14). Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 55 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: Abradad: Alas you salt sea gods
Composer: Robert Parsons
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Soprano solo
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: Viol consort
First published:
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
Ah, ah, alas, you salt sea gods!
bow down your ears divine;
Lend ladies here warm water springs
to moist their crystal eune.
That they may weep and wail
and wring their hands with me
For death of lord and husband mine:
alas, alas, alas, alas, lo, this is he! alas a he!
You gods! that guide the ghosts
and souls of them that fled,
Send sobs, send sighs, send grievous groans,
and strike poor Panthea dead.
Abradad, Abradad, ah, ah, alas poor Abradad!
my sprite with thine shall lie.
Come, death, alas.
O death most sweet, for now I crave to die.