Four Hardy Songs

Song Cycle by Robin Humphrey Milford (1903 - 1959)

?. The colour [sung text checked 1 time]

"What shall I bring you?
Please will white do
Best for your wearing
The long day through?"
" - White is for weddings,
Weddings, weddings,
White is for weddings,
And that won't do. - "

"What shall I bring you?
Please will red do
Best for your wearing
The long day through?"
" - Red is for soldiers,
Soldiers, soldiers,
Red is for soldiers
And that won't do. - "

"What shall I bring you?
Please will blue do
Best for your wearing
The long day through?"
" - Blue is for sailors,
Sailors, sailors,
Blue is for sailors,
And that won't do. - "

"What shall I bring you?
Please will green do
Best for your wearing
The long day through?"
" - Green is for mayings,
Mayings, mayings,
Green is for mayings,
And that won't do. - "

"What shall I bring you
Then? Will black do
Best for your wearing
The long day through?"
" - Black is for mourning,
Mourning, mourning,
Black is for mourning,
And black will do. - "

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?. To sincerity [sung text not yet checked]

O sweet sincerity! -
Where modern methods be
What scope for thine and thee?

Life may be sad past saying,
Its greens for ever graying,
Its faiths to dust decaying;

And youth may have foreknown it,
And riper seasons shown it,
But custom cries: "Disown it:

"Say ye rejoice, though grieving,
Believe, while unbelieving,
Behold, without perceiving!"

- Yet, would men look at true things,
And unilluded view things,
And count to bear undue things,

The real might mend the seeming,
Facts better their foredeeming,
And Life its disesteeming.

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?. If it's ever spring again [sung text not yet checked]

 If it's ever spring again,
 Spring again,
 I shall go where went I when
 Down the moor-cock splashed, and hen,
 Seeing me not, amid their flounder,
 Standing with my arm around her;
 If it's ever spring again,
 Spring again,
 I shall go where went I then.

 If it's ever summer-time,
 Summer-time,
 With the hay crop at the prime,
 And the cuckoos - two - in rhyme,
 As they used to be, or seemed to,
 We shall do as long we've dreamed to,
 If it's ever summer-time,
 Summer-time,
 With the hay, and bees achime.

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?. Tolerance [sung text not yet checked]

"It is a foolish thing," said I,
"To bear with such, and pass it by;
Yet so I do, I know not why!"

And at each clash I would surmise
That if I had acted otherwise
I might have saved me many sighs.

But now the only happiness
In looking back that I possess -
Whose lack would leave me comfortless -

Is to remember I refrained
From masteries I might have gained,
And for my tolerance was disdained;

For see, a tomb. And if it were
I had bent and broke, I should not dare
To linger in the shadows there."

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Total word count: 460