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{{Editor|Raymond Nagem|2017-07-12}}{{ScoreInfo|Letter|1|53}}{{Copy|Personal}} | {{Editor|Raymond Nagem|2017-07-12}}{{ScoreInfo|Letter|1|53}}{{Copy|Personal}} | ||
:{{EdNotes|From ''The Catch Club or Merry Companions'' (London: John Walsh, c. 1700).}} | :{{EdNotes|From ''The Catch Club or Merry Companions'' (London: John Walsh, c. 1700).}} | ||
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- Editor: Raymond Nagem (submitted 2017-07-12). Score information: Letter, 1 page, 53 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: From The Catch Club or Merry Companions (London: John Walsh, c. 1700).
General Information
Title: Under a green Elm lies Luke Shepherd's Helm, Z 285
Composer: Henry Purcell
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: 4 equal voices
Genre: Secular, Canon
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published:
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
Under a green Elm
Lies Luke Shepherd's Helm,
That steer'd him ev'ry way,
Wherefore now she's gone,
Mourning there is none;
He follow'd her Corpse in gray.
He smil'd at the Grave,
Like a fleering Knave;
She'll tell him on't at the last day:
For if we must rise
With the same Body and Eyes,
She'll have the same Tongue, folks say.