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Thomas Arne
(1710 - 1778)
Gentle youth, O tell me why (arr. Langdon)
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This piece is an adaptation as a glee of a song by Thomas Arne.
Langdon was organist of Exeter Cathedral and re-drafted several of Arne's songs for more voices, as did his successor in the post, William Jackson.
Langdon was organist of Exeter Cathedral and re-drafted several of Arne's songs for more voices, as did his successor in the post, William Jackson.
Lyrics: Anon, probably the composer
Gentle youth, O tell me why
Tears are starting from my eye,
When each night from you I part,
Why the sigh that rends my heart?
Gentle youth, O tell me true,
Is it then the same with you?
Tell me when th'appointed hour
Calls us to the sacred bow'r,
Blushing, trembling, why I run
Early as the rising sun.
Gentle youth, O tell me true,
Is it then the same with you?
Tell me, when the pains I feel,
Pungent as the wounds of steel,
When I feel the thrilling smart,
Why I bless the pointed dart?
Gentle youth, O tell me true,
Is it then the same with you?
Gentle youth, O tell me why
Tears are starting from my eye,
When each night from you I part,
Why the sigh that rends my heart?
Gentle youth, O tell me true,
Is it then the same with you?
Tell me when th'appointed hour
Calls us to the sacred bow'r,
Blushing, trembling, why I run
Early as the rising sun.
Gentle youth, O tell me true,
Is it then the same with you?
Tell me, when the pains I feel,
Pungent as the wounds of steel,
When I feel the thrilling smart,
Why I bless the pointed dart?
Gentle youth, O tell me true,
Is it then the same with you?