O come, my dearest Delia - Hayes, Philip

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⌛ Period → Classical ◈ Genre → Glees ♬ Voicing → ATB ¶ Language → English

Parts 3

Instruments A cappella

Pages 3

CPDL # 68281

Editor Christopher Shaw

Posted 2022-03-06

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¶Lyrics / Text

O come, my dearest Delia, to my arms. My soul awake, behold her heav'nly charms; Behold her straying thro' yon lonely vale, Singing more pleasing than the nightingale. Her teeth are whiter than the driven snow, Her jetty locks in careless ringlets flow; Her blooming cheeks the damask rose out-vie, Which at her beauteous form doth fade and die; Her glossy eyes display a crystal hue, Which Venus would with admiration view. Come thee, O lovely Delia, to my arms, Let me again embrace thy virgin charms. But ah! alas, from me she's ever fled; No more shall I with flow'rs adorn her head. Again I'll to my lonely cott return; For thee, O Delia, my fond heart shall burn.