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Thomas Arne
(1710 - 1778)

When forced from dear Hebe to go
(A.T.T.B.)
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Brooks redrafted an old but popular song of Thomas Arne for use as a glee. It was put to that use by the Bath Philharmonic Society.
Arne's tune is to be found in the first tenor part.
Arne's tune is to be found in the first tenor part.
Lyrics: William Shenstone (adapted)
When forced from dear Hebe to go,
What anguish I felt at my heart;
And I thought, but it might not be so,
She was sorry to see me depart.
She cast such a languishing view,
My path I could scarcely discern;
So sweetly she bade me adieu,
I thought that she bade me return.
Methinks she might like to retire
To the grove I had laboured to rear,
For whatever I heard her admire,
I hasted and planted it there.
Her voice such a pleasure conveys,
So much I her accents adore.
Let her speak, and whatever she says,
I'm sure still to love her the more.
When forced from dear Hebe to go,
What anguish I felt at my heart;
And I thought, but it might not be so,
She was sorry to see me depart.
She cast such a languishing view,
My path I could scarcely discern;
So sweetly she bade me adieu,
I thought that she bade me return.
Methinks she might like to retire
To the grove I had laboured to rear,
For whatever I heard her admire,
I hasted and planted it there.
Her voice such a pleasure conveys,
So much I her accents adore.
Let her speak, and whatever she says,
I'm sure still to love her the more.