When a peer makes love to a damsel fair - de Koven, Reginald

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"No. 8 from "Robin Hood""

⌛ Epoche → Spätromantik ◈ Genre / Form → Arias ♬ Besetzung → STB ¶ Sprache → Englisch

Stimmen 3

Instrumente Piano

Seiten 14

CPDL Nr. 17624

Bearbeiter Christopher Hapka

Veröffentlicht 2008-07-17

Lizenz Gemeinfrei

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When a peer makes love to a damsel fair, makes love to a damsel fair, Before he begins to make his confession He stands statuesquely to make an impression, Well something like this, or something like that, Or something like this is the proper air; Do you think you could do like that, my lad? For these are the arts of the peerage; Do you think you could do like that, my lad? That's very nice, pretty well, not bad. Quite so! Oh, those are the means that the maids employ, The means that the maids employ, Before she begins to yield to his pleading she has to pretend that she gives little heeding. No, this kind of thing! That's just what they do when they think they're coy; Do not mind little things like that, my boy! That's what they do when they think they're coy. Repeat now after me: Sweetheart, my own sweetheart, Lift up thy bonny eyes, And bid with Love's fond art My drooping spirits rise. Behold a peer who kneels Down on his peerless knee, down on his peerless knee, And who distinctly feels A fiery fame for thee, Ardent love for thee! He'll help you churn, Help you to churn, to churn, Yes, help her, yes help her to churn, 'Tis right that you should help her churn, help her churn. I'll illustrate the art, By which to win her heart, Sweetheart, my own sweetheart, Lift up thy bonny eyes, And bid with Love's fond art My drooping spirits rise. Down on his peerless knee, Burn! burn! burn! For love of her You're churning and burning, Her hand you are earning, For love of her you churn. Oh no! Ch I think, as you say, it is not half bad; I'll follow your suggestion, And I will ask the fateful question. Though like a peer I've stood and acted, The damsel's thoughts seem quite distracted. She seems distracted. Does this kind of thing? That's just what they do when they think they're coy; So that is the way they act when coy. Sweetheart, own sweetheart, bonny eyes, Yes, bid with Love's fond art Now my drooping spirits rise. Down on his peerless knee, down on my peerless knee