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William Boyce
(1711 - 1779)
Tho' Chloe's out of fashion
(S./T.Vn.Continuo)
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Tho' Chloe's out of fashion
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A song probably written for performance in the London pleasure gardens. Published in Clio and Euterpe, or British Harmony, 1762.
Lyrics: Anon
Tho' Chloe's out of fashion, can blush and be sincere,
I'd toast her in a bumper if all the belles were here.
What tho' no diamonds sparkle about her neck and waist,
With ev'ry shining virtue the lovely maid is graced.
In modest, plain apparel, no patches, paints or airs;
In debt alone to nature, an angel she appears.
From gay coquets, high finish'd, my Chloe takes no rules,
Nor envies them their conquests, the hearts of all their fools.
Who wins her must have merit; such merit as her own:
The graces all possessing, yet knows not she has one.
Then grant me, gracious Heaven, the gifts you must approve
And Chloe, charming Chloe,will bless me with her love.
Tho' Chloe's out of fashion, can blush and be sincere,
I'd toast her in a bumper if all the belles were here.
What tho' no diamonds sparkle about her neck and waist,
With ev'ry shining virtue the lovely maid is graced.
In modest, plain apparel, no patches, paints or airs;
In debt alone to nature, an angel she appears.
From gay coquets, high finish'd, my Chloe takes no rules,
Nor envies them their conquests, the hearts of all their fools.
Who wins her must have merit; such merit as her own:
The graces all possessing, yet knows not she has one.
Then grant me, gracious Heaven, the gifts you must approve
And Chloe, charming Chloe,will bless me with her love.