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Thomas Arne
(1710 - 1778)
Farewell, the smoky town (full accompaniment)
(Soprano/Tenor,2 Violins,Continuo)
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Farewell, the smoky town (full accompaniment)
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149264 : Arne : Farewell, the smoky town (full accompaniment) : sheet music
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Publ. London, 1760. Probably written for performance at Vauxhall. A version for keyboard only accompaniment is also available.
Lyrics: Anon
Farewell, the smoky town, adieu!
Farewell, each rude and sensual joy:
Gay, fleeting pleasures all untrue,
That in possession cloy.
Far from the garnish'd scene I'll fly,
Where folly keeps her court;
To wholesome sound philosophy,
And harmless rural sport.
How happy is the humble cell,
How blest the deep retreat;
Where sorrow's billows never swell,
Nor passion's tempests beat.
But safely through the sea of life,
Calm reason wafts us o'er;
Free from ambition, noise and strife,
To death's eternal shore.
Farewell, the smoky town, adieu!
Farewell, each rude and sensual joy:
Gay, fleeting pleasures all untrue,
That in possession cloy.
Far from the garnish'd scene I'll fly,
Where folly keeps her court;
To wholesome sound philosophy,
And harmless rural sport.
How happy is the humble cell,
How blest the deep retreat;
Where sorrow's billows never swell,
Nor passion's tempests beat.
But safely through the sea of life,
Calm reason wafts us o'er;
Free from ambition, noise and strife,
To death's eternal shore.