notAmos Performing Editions 1 Lansdown Place East, Bath BA1 5ET, UK +44 (0) 1225 316145 Performing editions of pre‑classical music with full preview/playback and instant download |
If you have any problem obtaining a PDF, please see our help page. If that does not resolve the issue, please click here.
Click on the illustration to display a larger version
Page 1 of 2
This work, Boyce : You say, at your feet : scoreid 148321, as published by notAmos Performing Editions, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License. All relevant attributions should state its URL as https://www.notamos.co.uk/detail.php?scoreid=148321. Permissions beyond the scope of this licence may be available at https://www.notamos.co.uk/index.php?sheet=about.
| Enquire about this score |
| About William Boyce |
| Full Catalogue |
| About us | Help, privacy, cookies |
| About William Boyce |
| Full Catalogue |
| About us | Help, privacy, cookies |
Written for The Chaplet, a musical entertainment, at the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane, 1753. Also used in the London pleasure gardens.
Lyrics: Anon
You say, at your feet that I wept in despair,
And vow'd that no angel was ever so fair.
How could you believe all the nonsense I spoke?
What know we of angels; I meant it in joke.
I next stand indicted for swearing to love,
And nothing but death could my passion remove.
I've liked you a twelvemonth, a calendar year,
And yet not contented; have conscience my dear.
You say, at your feet that I wept in despair,
And vow'd that no angel was ever so fair.
How could you believe all the nonsense I spoke?
What know we of angels; I meant it in joke.
I next stand indicted for swearing to love,
And nothing but death could my passion remove.
I've liked you a twelvemonth, a calendar year,
And yet not contented; have conscience my dear.