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Thomas Arne
(1710 - 1778)
Gay Florimel of noble birth (reduced accompaniment)
(Song)
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A song written for performance at Vauxhall. This edition includes a keyboard reduction of the original orchestral accompaniment; a full version is also available.
Lyrics: Christopher Smart
Gay Florimel of noble birth,
The most engaging thing on earth,
To please a blithe gallant
Has much of wit and much of mirth,
And much of tongue to set it forth;
But then she has an aunt.
How oft, alas! In vain I've tried
To tempt her from her guardian's side,
And trap her on love's hook.
She's like a little wanton lamb
That frisks about the careful dam,
But shuns the shepherd's crook.
Like wretched Dives, I am plac'd
To see the joys I ne'er must taste,
Of all my hopes bereav'n;
Her aunt's the dreadful gulf betwixt,
By all the pow'rs of malice fix'd,
To cheat me of my heav'n.
Gay Florimel of noble birth,
The most engaging thing on earth,
To please a blithe gallant
Has much of wit and much of mirth,
And much of tongue to set it forth;
But then she has an aunt.
How oft, alas! In vain I've tried
To tempt her from her guardian's side,
And trap her on love's hook.
She's like a little wanton lamb
That frisks about the careful dam,
But shuns the shepherd's crook.
Like wretched Dives, I am plac'd
To see the joys I ne'er must taste,
Of all my hopes bereav'n;
Her aunt's the dreadful gulf betwixt,
By all the pow'rs of malice fix'd,
To cheat me of my heav'n.