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James Oswald
(1710 - 1769)
Come, dear Amanda, quit the town (The Invitation)
(Soprano/Tenor,Violin,Continuo)
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Come, dear Amanda, quit the town (The Invitation)
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149452 : Oswald : Come, dear Amanda, quit the town (The Invitation) : sheet music
Catalogued as Choral - Secular (Songs and Concert Airs) (Temple of Apollo)
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Publ. c.1747.
Lyrics: James Thomson
Come, dear Amanda, quit the town,
And to the rural hamlets fly;
Behold, the wint'ry storms are gone;
A gentle radiance glads the sky.
Come, let us mark the gradual Spring.
How peeps the bud, the blossom blows;
Till Philomel begin to sing,
And perfect May to swell the rose.
Let us secure the short delight,
And wisely crop the blooming day;
For soon, too soon, it will be night:
Arise, my love, and come away.
Come, dear Amanda, quit the town,
And to the rural hamlets fly;
Behold, the wint'ry storms are gone;
A gentle radiance glads the sky.
Come, let us mark the gradual Spring.
How peeps the bud, the blossom blows;
Till Philomel begin to sing,
And perfect May to swell the rose.
Let us secure the short delight,
And wisely crop the blooming day;
For soon, too soon, it will be night:
Arise, my love, and come away.

