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John Christopher Smith
(1712 - 1795)
Where the bee sucks (full accompaniment)
(S.2Ob.2Vn.Va.Vc.Kbd.)
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Where the bee sucks (full accompaniment)
(S.2Ob.2Vn.Va.Vc.Kbd.)
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From "The Fairies", 1755, an opera composed to an adaptation by Garrick of "A Midsummer Night's Dream". The piece is offered in its original version with orchestral accompaniment, and also with keyboard accompaniment comprising the instrumental parts condensed. Oboes in the original score have no material independent of the violins, and may be dispensed with.
Lyrics: William Shakespeare
Where the bee sucks, there lurk I:
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly,
After sunset merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Where the bee sucks, there lurk I:
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly,
After sunset merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.