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Songs of Love and Youth

Word count: 267

Song Cycle by Willy B. Manson

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?. Love! What wilt thou with this heart of mine? [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]

Language: English after the Old French (Ancien français)

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Love, love, what wilt thou with this heart of mine?
Naught see I [fixed or sure]1 in thee!
I do not know thee, -- nor what deeds are thine:
Love, love, what wilt thou with this heart of mine? 
Naught see I fixed or sure in thee! 
Shall I be mute, or vows with prayers combine? 
Ye who are blessed in loving, tell it me: 
Love, love, what wilt thou with this heart of mine?
Naught see I permanent or sure in thee!


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Confirmed with Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Poets and Poetry of Europe, Philadelphia: Carey & Hart, 1845, page 438.

1 Elgar: "sure or fixed"

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?. Hence away! begone! [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]

Language: English after the French (Français)

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Hence away, begone, begone,
Carking care and melancholy!
Think ye thus to govern me
All my life long, as ye have done?
That shall ye not, I promise ye,
Reason shall have the mastery.
So hence away, begone, begone,
Carking care and melancholy!
If ever ye return this way,
With your mournful company,
A curse be on ye, and the day
That brings ye moping back to me!
Hence away, begone, I say,
Carking care and melancholy!


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?. A birthday [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]

Language: English

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My heart is like a singing bird
  Whose nest is in a watered shoot;
My heart is like an apple tree
  Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
  That paddles in a [purple]1 sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
  Because my love is come to me.

Raise me a dais of [silk and down]2;
  Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
  And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
  In leaves and silver fleur-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
  Is come, my love, is come to me.


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1 Hall: "halcyon"
2 Parry: "purple and gold"

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