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Songs from William Blake's "An Island in the Moon"

Song Cycle by Nicolas Flagello (b. 1928)

1. As I walked forth  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
As I walk'd forth one May morning
To see the fields so pleasant and so gay,
O! there did I spy a young maiden sweet,
Among the violets that smell so sweet,
  smell so sweet,
  smell so sweet,
Among the violets that smell so sweet.

Text Authorship:

  • by William Blake (1757 - 1827), no title, appears in An Island in the Moon, Chapter IX

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • GER German (Deutsch) [singable] (Bertram Kottmann) , "Als ich hinauszog des Morgens im Mai", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

2. This frog he would a‑wooing ride  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
This frog he would a-wooing ride,
  Kitty alone, -- Kitty alone, --
This frog he would a-wooing ride, --
  Kitty alone & I!
Sing cock I cary, Kitty alone, --
  Kitty alone, -- Kitty alone, --
Cock I car, Kitty alone, --
  Kitty alone & I!

Text Authorship:

  • by William Blake (1757 - 1827), appears in An Island in the Moon, Chapter IX

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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

3. O father, O father  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
O father father where are you going
  Oh do not walk so fast;
Oh, speak, father, speak to your little boy,
  Or else I shall be lost.
  
The night it was dark & no father was there,
  And the child was wet with dew.
The mire was deep, & the child did weep
  And away the vapour flew.

Text Authorship:

  • by William Blake (1757 - 1827), no title, appears in An Island in the Moon, Chapter XI

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Note: this is the first draft of "The little boy lost"
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

4. Good English hospitality  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
This city and this country has brought forth many mayors
To sit in state, and give forth laws out' of their old oak chairs,
With face as brown as any nut with drinking of strong ale --
Good English hospitality, O then it did not fail!

With scarlet gowns and broad gold lace, would make a yeoman sweat;
With stockings roll'd above their knees and shoes as black as jet
With eating beef and drinking beer, O they were stout and hale --
Good English hospitality, O then it did not fail!

Thus sitting at the table wide the mayor and aldermen
Were fit to give law to the city; each ate as much as ten:
The hungry poor enter'd the hall to eat good beef and ale --
Good English hospitality, O then it did not fail!

Text Authorship:

  • by William Blake (1757 - 1827), no title, appears in An Island in the Moon, Chapter IX

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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

5. Leave, O leave me to my sorrows  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
Leave, O leave me to my sorrows;
Here I'll sit and fade away,
Till I'm nothing but a spirit,
And I lose this form of clay.

Then if chance along this forest
Any walk in pathless ways,
Thro' the gloom he'll see my shadow
Hear my voice upon the breeze.

Text Authorship:

  • by William Blake (1757 - 1827), no title, appears in An Island in the Moon, Chapter XI

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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

6. Dr. Clash and Signor Falalasole   [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
There's Doctor Clash,
And Signor Falalasole,
O they sweep in the cash
Into their purse hole!
Fa me la sol, La me fa sol!

Great A, little A,
Bouncing B!
Play away, play away,
You're out of the key!
Fa me la sol, La me fa sol!

Musicians should have
A pair of very good ears,
And long fingers and thumbs,
And not like clumsy bears.
Fa me la sol, La me fa sol!

Gentlemen! Gentlemen!
Rap! Rap! Rap!
Fiddle! Fiddle! Fiddle!
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Fa me la sol, La me fa sol!

Text Authorship:

  • by William Blake (1757 - 1827), no title, appears in An Island in the Moon, Chapter XI

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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
Total word count: 420
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