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CPDL #19655: 
- Editor: Christoph Lahme (submitted 2009-06-18). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 44 kB Copyright: CC BY-SA 3.0 Germany
- Edition notes: Edition by ear.
General Information
Title: O who will o'er the downs so free
Composer: Robert Lucas Pearsall
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: TTBB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published:
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Original text and translations
English text
<poem>
O who will o'er the downs so free
O who will with me ride,
O who will up and follow me
To win a blooming bride?
Her father he has lock'd the door,
Her mother keeps the key,
But neither door nor bolt shall part
My own true love from me.
I saw her bow'r at twilight grey, 'Twas guarded safe and sure, I saw her bow'r at break of day, 'Twas guarded then no more! The varlets they were all asleep And none was near to see The greeting fair that passed there Between my love and me.
I promis'd her to come at night With comrades brave and true, A gallant band with sword in hand To break her prison through. I promis'd her to come at night She's waiting now for me, And ere the dawn of morning light I'll set my true love free. <poem>