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John Sale
(1756 - 1827)
My Phillida, adieu
(S.A.T.B.)
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"A collection of new glees composed by John Sale..." London, c.1800.
Lyrics: Anon
My Phillida, adieu love!
For evermore farewell!
Ay me! I've lost my true love,
And thus I ring her knell,
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong,
My Phillida is dead!
I'll stick a branch of willow
At my fair Phillis' head.
A garland shall be framed
By art and nature's skill,
Of sundry-colour'd flowers,
In token of good-will.
Instead of fairest flowers,
Set forth with curious art,
Her image shall be painted
On my distressed heart,
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.
My Phillida is dead!
I'll stick a branch of willow
At my poor Phillis' head.
My Phillida, adieu love!
For evermore farewell!
Ay me! I've lost my true love,
And thus I ring her knell,
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong,
My Phillida is dead!
I'll stick a branch of willow
At my fair Phillis' head.
A garland shall be framed
By art and nature's skill,
Of sundry-colour'd flowers,
In token of good-will.
Instead of fairest flowers,
Set forth with curious art,
Her image shall be painted
On my distressed heart,
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.
My Phillida is dead!
I'll stick a branch of willow
At my poor Phillis' head.