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Stephen Paxton
(1734 - 1787)
Fain would I weave a garland fair
(S./T.2Fl.2Hn.2Vn.Va.Vc.Kbd.)
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From Paxton's "Selection of two songs, six glees and two catches", published posthumously as his Op. 7.
Lyrics: S. Collin(g)s
Fain would I weave a garland fair
To deck my Delia's auburn hair;
To suit her blushing beauty, bring
The roseate treasures of the spring.
The plain a dreary desert lies,
And winter the sweet boon denies.
But ah, the frozen fields impart
Too true an image of her heart.
Fain would I weave a garland fair
To deck my Delia's auburn hair;
To suit her blushing beauty, bring
The roseate treasures of the spring.
The plain a dreary desert lies,
And winter the sweet boon denies.
But ah, the frozen fields impart
Too true an image of her heart.