The Angler’s song - Stanford, Charles Villiers

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⌛ Period → Late Romantic ◈ Genre → Partsongs ♬ Voicing → SATB ¶ Language → English

Parts 4

Instruments A cappella

Pages 8

CPDL # 79445

Editor David Anderson

Posted 2024-03-08

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¶Lyrics / Text

O the gallant Fisher’s life, It is the best of any! ‘T is full of pleasure, void of strife, And ‘t is beloved by many; Other joys Are but toys; Only this Lawful is; For our skill Breeds no ill, But content and pleasure. In a morning up we rise, Ere Aurora’s peeping; Drink a cup to wash our eyes, Leave the sluggard sleeping, Then we go To and fro With our knacks At our backs To such streams As the Thames, If we have the leisure. We have gentles in a horn, We have paste and worms too; We can watch both night and morn, Suffer rain and storms too; None do here Use to swear: Oaths do fray Fish away; We sit still, And watch our quill: Fishers must not wrangle. Or we sometimes pass an hour Under a green willow, That defends us from a shower, Making earth our pillow; Where we may Think and pray, Before death Stops our breath; Other joys Are but toys, And to be lamented.