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Maria Hester Park
(1760 - 1813)
Go tell Amynta, gentle swain
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Maria Park issued her Set of Glees, Op. 3 by subscription in 1790. There is nothing in the cleffing of this piece to indicate that she expected performance by any other than the contemporary standard (all-male) forces. In deference to her gender, a transposed edition is provided to enable performance by female choirs.
Lyrics: John Dryden
Go tell Amynta, gentle swain,
That he who loves her loves in vain.
Thy tuneful sounds with numbers join;
Thy power will more prevail than mine.
A sigh, a tear, perhaps she'll give,
But love, O pity, cannot live;
Tell her that hearts for hearts were made,
And love with love is only paid.
Go tell Amynta, gentle swain,
That he who loves her loves in vain.
Thy tuneful sounds with numbers join;
Thy power will more prevail than mine.
A sigh, a tear, perhaps she'll give,
But love, O pity, cannot live;
Tell her that hearts for hearts were made,
And love with love is only paid.