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Thomas Linley (the younger)
(1756 - 1778)

O bid thy faithful Ariel flight
(S.Ob.2Vn.Va.Vc.Kbd.)
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O bid thy faithful Ariel flight
(S.Ob.2Vn.Va.Vc.Kbd.)
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An air (concert aria) taken from Linley's incidental music to The Tempest.
The keyboard part is a condensation of the string parts, made for rehearsal purposes, or for performance in reduced circumstances (the oboe obbligato is still required).
The keyboard part is a condensation of the string parts, made for rehearsal purposes, or for performance in reduced circumstances (the oboe obbligato is still required).
Lyrics: (?) Richard Brinsley Sheridan
O bid your faithful Ariel fly
To the farthest Indies' sky,
And then at thy afresh command,
I'll traverse o'er the silver sand.
I'll climb the mountains, plunge the deep;
I, like mortals, never sleep;
What e'er it be, not with ill-will,
But merrily, merrily, merrily.
O bid your faithful Ariel fly
To the farthest Indies' sky,
And then at thy afresh command,
I'll traverse o'er the silver sand.
I'll climb the mountains, plunge the deep;
I, like mortals, never sleep;
What e'er it be, not with ill-will,
But merrily, merrily, merrily.