The Midnight Serenade - Crampton, Thomas

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"The empty measures of rest at end replicates original publication–no accompaniment indicated (or found). Accompaniment ''ad lib.'' may have been assumed performance practice."

◈ Genre → Partsongs ♬ Voicing → SATB|add=minor T divisi, T solo ¶ Language → English

Parts 4

Instruments Unknown

Pages 8

CPDL # 76117

Editor David Anderson

Posted 2023-10-06

License Personal

¶Lyrics / Text

Lady, from thy vine-clad bow’r, Hear me at this lonely hour; Hear my viol’s wailing tone, Sad and plaintive as my own. Lady, ope’ thine eyes of blue, Hear my fervent fond adieu. Do you hear the serenade? Yes, I hear it! Hush! Yes, but be silent! not a sound. Let us to the window, but be silent! not a sound. Hark! as the sounds float along in the soft summer air, Hear them float in the air, In the valley and meadow, and woodland so fair, Hear them! O hear! Now farther and farther, receding and falling, Their sweet songs are melting and dying away. There they come again! What a noise these fellows make! O, dear! If they’d only let honest people sleep instead of keeping them awake, How much better it would be both for them and me, But that idea they do not take with their Lady, “Ope’ thine eye, Hear my plaintive cry, ’Tis my fond adieu That I sing to you,” O, I do sincerely wish that nonsense could be true. There they go again, I thought they were away, Shall I ever get to sleep again? Will you go? Alas! they hear not what I say... O, I am so sleepy, Ah! Ah! I don’t know what I shall do, I wonder if they’re... Ah! almost through.