Thomas Chilcot
(c.1707 - 1766)

On a day (full accompaniment)
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Chilcot's "Twelve English songs", 1744, a collection of fully accompanied concert songs, was one of the earliest collections of its kind, and also one of the most successful. The subscription list included both composers (amongst them, Avison, Boyce and Handel) and patrons amongst the Ton of London and Bath, where Chilcot was organist at the Abbey. The songs were probably intended for public performance, at the Pump Room or various Assembly Rooms in Bath, or at pleasure gardens in Bath or London. The vocal line in the original print employs the standard "unisex" treble clef. I have allocated songs to Tenor or Soprano depending upon subject matter, but any song may be taken by either voice, with the exception of "Come thou monarch of the vine", for which Chilcot specified a Bass/Baritone (Tenor in this edition). Each song is available with full orchestral parts. Versions are also available with condensed orchestral parts in the keyboard, enabling performance in reduced musical circumstances.
Lyrics: William Shakespeare

On a day (alack the day) love whose month is ever May,
Spied a blossom passing fair, playing in the wanton air.
Through the velvet leaves the wind all unseen 'gan passage find,
That the lover, sick to death, wished himself the heavens' breath.

Air (quoth he), thy cheeks may blow, air, would I might triumph so,
But alack my hand is sworn ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn.
Vow alack for youth unmeet, youth so apt to pluck a sweet.

Do not call it sin in me that I am forsworn for thee,
Thou for whom ev'n Jove would swear Juno but an Ethiope were.
And deny himself for Jove, turning mortal for thy love.