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Richard John Samuel Stevens
(1757 - 1837)
Away delights
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Published in Stevens' collection of glees, Op. 3.
Lyrics: John Fletcher
Away delights, go seek some other dwelling,
For I must die.
Farewell, false love, thy tongue is ever telling
Lie after lie.
For ever let me rest now from thy smarts;
Alas, for pity go and fire their hearts
That have been hard to thee. Mine was not so.
Away delights, go seek some other dwelling,
For I must die.
Farewell, false love, thy tongue is ever telling
Lie after lie.
Never again deluding love shall know me,
For I will die;
And all those griefs that think to overgrow me
Shall be as I.
For ever will I sleep, while poor maids cry.
Alas, for pity stay, and let us die
With thee! Men cannot mock us in the clay.
Away delights, go seek some other dwelling,
For I must die.
Farewell, false love, thy tongue is ever telling
Lie after lie.
Away delights, go seek some other dwelling,
For I must die.
Farewell, false love, thy tongue is ever telling
Lie after lie.
For ever let me rest now from thy smarts;
Alas, for pity go and fire their hearts
That have been hard to thee. Mine was not so.
Away delights, go seek some other dwelling,
For I must die.
Farewell, false love, thy tongue is ever telling
Lie after lie.
Never again deluding love shall know me,
For I will die;
And all those griefs that think to overgrow me
Shall be as I.
For ever will I sleep, while poor maids cry.
Alas, for pity stay, and let us die
With thee! Men cannot mock us in the clay.
Away delights, go seek some other dwelling,
For I must die.
Farewell, false love, thy tongue is ever telling
Lie after lie.