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Thomas Arne
(1710 - 1778)
No more the festive train I'll join (The Shepherd)
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Pub. London, 1760.
Lyrics: Anon
No more the festive train I'll join,
Adieu! Ye rural sports, Adieu!
For what, alas, have griefs like mine
With pastimes or delights to do?
Let hearts at ease such pleasures prove,
But I am all despair and love.
Ah welladay! How changed am I?
When late I seized the rural reed;
So soft my strains, the herds hard by
Stood gazing, and forgot to feed.
But now my strains no longer move;
They're discord all, despair and love.
Behold around my straggling sheep,
The fairest once upon the lea;
No swain to guide, no dog to keep,
Unshorn they stray, unmark'd by me.
The shepherds muse to see them rove;
They ask the cause, I answer love.
Neglected love first taught my eyes
With tears of anguish to o'erflow:
'Twas that which fill'd my breast with sighs,
And tun'd my pipe to notes of woe.
Love has occasion'd all my smart,
Dispers'd my flock and broke my heart.
No more the festive train I'll join,
Adieu! Ye rural sports, Adieu!
For what, alas, have griefs like mine
With pastimes or delights to do?
Let hearts at ease such pleasures prove,
But I am all despair and love.
Ah welladay! How changed am I?
When late I seized the rural reed;
So soft my strains, the herds hard by
Stood gazing, and forgot to feed.
But now my strains no longer move;
They're discord all, despair and love.
Behold around my straggling sheep,
The fairest once upon the lea;
No swain to guide, no dog to keep,
Unshorn they stray, unmark'd by me.
The shepherds muse to see them rove;
They ask the cause, I answer love.
Neglected love first taught my eyes
With tears of anguish to o'erflow:
'Twas that which fill'd my breast with sighs,
And tun'd my pipe to notes of woe.
Love has occasion'd all my smart,
Dispers'd my flock and broke my heart.