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Raynor Taylor
(1747 - 1825)
Farewell sorrow, farewell pain
(T.T.B.)
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149291 : Taylor : Farewell sorrow, farewell pain : sheet music
Catalogued as Choral - Secular (Glees and Catches)
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Publ. London, c.1774.
Lyrics: Anon
Farewell sorrow, farewell pain,
We will now to drink again.
Discontent and haggard care
Find no entrance where we are.
Bacchus cheers the drooping heart
Joy and raptures can impart.
As we empt the flowing bowl,
We with transports fill the soul.
Wine new spirits doth create;
The poor to kings doth elevate.
Greatest praises then are thine,
Rosy, sparkling, gen'rous wine.
Move the bottle, fill the glass;
Thus the pleasing minutes pass.
Jovial fellows, drink about;
We'll have more when this is out.
Farewell sorrow, farewell pain,
We will now to drink again.
Discontent and haggard care
Find no entrance where we are.
Bacchus cheers the drooping heart
Joy and raptures can impart.
As we empt the flowing bowl,
We with transports fill the soul.
Wine new spirits doth create;
The poor to kings doth elevate.
Greatest praises then are thine,
Rosy, sparkling, gen'rous wine.
Move the bottle, fill the glass;
Thus the pleasing minutes pass.
Jovial fellows, drink about;
We'll have more when this is out.

