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- (Posted 2021-04-19) CPDL #64133:
- Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2021-04-19). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 113 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Please click on the link for preview/playback/PDF download. Figured bass realised editorially.
General Information
Title: The life of a beau
Composer: Anonymous
Lyricist: Anon
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: S
Genre: Secular, Aria
Language: English
Instruments: Basso continuo
First published: c.1747
Description: "Sung by Mrs [Kitty] Clive at Drury Lane Theatre."
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Original text and translations
English text
How brimful of nothing's the life of a beau?
They have nothing to think on, they've nothing to do.
They have nothing to talk on, for nothing they know:
Such is the life of a beau.
For nothing they rise, but to draw the fresh air;
Spend the morning in nothing but curling their hair,
And do nothing all day but sing, saunter and stare:
Such is the life of a beau.
For nothing at night to the playhouse they crowd,
To mind nothing done there, they always are proud,
But to bow and to grin and talk nothing aloud:
Such is the life of a beau.
For nothing on Sundays at church they appear,
They have nothing to hope as there's nothing to fear;
For they're nothing hereafter who are nothing here:
Such is the life of a beau.