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Richard John Samuel Stevens
(1757 - 1837)
Sigh I must, Henry
(S.S.A.T.B. + reduction)
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This glee is intended as a response, or pendant, to Stevens' setting of "Sigh no more ladies" (also available from notAmos). If performed after that piece, Stevens directed that the repeats in the first item should not be observed.
Lyrics: Samuel Birch
Sigh I must, Henry, I must ever sigh,
For thou wast constant ever.
Thy love from me no wealth could buy,
No power but death could sever.
Then, since 'tis so, no tears will flow,
Tho' once so blithe and bonny;
No more! I'll change my signs of woe
For hey, nonny, nonny.
Sing I must Henry, for thy truth I'll sing,
Thy truth so ill requited.
Ah me, the fairest pledge of spring
E'er summer came was blighted.
Then, since 'tis so, no tears will flow,
Tho' once so blithe and bonny;
No more! I'll change my signs of woe
For hey, nonny, nonny.
Sigh I must, Henry, I must ever sigh,
For thou wast constant ever.
Thy love from me no wealth could buy,
No power but death could sever.
Then, since 'tis so, no tears will flow,
Tho' once so blithe and bonny;
No more! I'll change my signs of woe
For hey, nonny, nonny.
Sing I must Henry, for thy truth I'll sing,
Thy truth so ill requited.
Ah me, the fairest pledge of spring
E'er summer came was blighted.
Then, since 'tis so, no tears will flow,
Tho' once so blithe and bonny;
No more! I'll change my signs of woe
For hey, nonny, nonny.