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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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As it fell upon a day,
In the merry month of May,
Sitting in a pleasant shade,
Which a group of myrtles made;
Beasts did leap, and birds did sing,
Trees did grow, And plants did spring, 
Ev'ry thing did banish moan,
Save the nightingale alone.
 
She, poor bird, as all forlorn,
Leaned her breast against a thorn,
And sung the dolefullest ditty:
"Fie, fie, fie," now would she cry,
"Tereu, tereu," by and bye;
That to hear her so complain,
Scarce I could from tears refrain,
For her grief so lively shown,
Made me think upon my own.
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  • (Posted 2019-07-16)  CPDL #54800:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-07-16).   Score information: A4, 8 pages, 115 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: As it fell upon a day
Composer: Samuel Reay
Lyricist: Richard Barnfield

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard

First published: 1875 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 4, no. 146

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Original text and translations

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As it fell upon a day,
In the merry month of May,
Sitting in a pleasant shade,
Which a group of myrtles made;
Beasts did leap, and birds did sing,
Trees did grow, And plants did spring,
Ev'ry thing did banish moan,
Save the nightingale alone.

She, poor bird, as all forlorn,
Leaned her breast against a thorn,
And sung the dolefullest ditty:
"Fie, fie, fie," now would she cry,
"Tereu, tereu," by and bye;
That to hear her so complain,
Scarce I could from tears refrain,
For her grief so lively shown,
Made me think upon my own.