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James Oswald
(1710 - 1769)
I told my nymph
(T.2Vn.Continuo)
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Published in "The Musical Magazine", London c.1760.
Lyrics: William Shenstone
I told my nymph, I told her true,
My fields were small, my stocks were few;
While falt'ring accents spoke my fear
That Flavia might not prove sincere
Of crops destroy'd by vernal cold,
Of vagrant sheep that left my fold;
Of these she heard, yet bore to hear;
And is not Flavia then sincere?
How chang'd by Fortune's bitter wind,
The friends I lov'd became unkind.
She heard, and shed a gen'rous tear;
And is not Flavia then sincere?
How, if she deigned my love to bless,
My Flavia must not hope for dress;
This too she heard, and smil'd to hear,
And Flavia sure must be sincere.
Go, shear your flocks, ye jovial swains,
Go reap the plenty of your plains;
Despoil'd of all which you revere;
I know my Flavia's love sincere.
I told my nymph, I told her true,
My fields were small, my stocks were few;
While falt'ring accents spoke my fear
That Flavia might not prove sincere
Of crops destroy'd by vernal cold,
Of vagrant sheep that left my fold;
Of these she heard, yet bore to hear;
And is not Flavia then sincere?
How chang'd by Fortune's bitter wind,
The friends I lov'd became unkind.
She heard, and shed a gen'rous tear;
And is not Flavia then sincere?
How, if she deigned my love to bless,
My Flavia must not hope for dress;
This too she heard, and smil'd to hear,
And Flavia sure must be sincere.
Go, shear your flocks, ye jovial swains,
Go reap the plenty of your plains;
Despoil'd of all which you revere;
I know my Flavia's love sincere.