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Raynor Taylor
(1747 - 1825)
Sweet are the flowers
(T.T.B. (or S.S.A.))
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149299 : Taylor : Sweet are the flowers : sheet music
Catalogued as Choral - Secular (Glees and Catches)
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Publ. London, c.1774. This edition is offered at original pitch for T.T.B. or transposed up a sixth for S.S.A.
Lyrics: Edward Moore
Sweet are the flow'rs that deck the fields,
Sweet is the smell the blossom yields;
Sweet is the summer gale that blows,
And sweet (though sweeter you) the rose.
Survey the gardens, fields, and bow'rs,
The buds and blossoms and the flow'rs;
Then tell me where the woodbine grows
That vies in sweetness with the rose.
Sweet are the flow'rs that deck the fields,
Sweet is the smell the blossom yields;
Sweet is the summer gale that blows,
And sweet (though sweeter you) the rose.
Survey the gardens, fields, and bow'rs,
The buds and blossoms and the flow'rs;
Then tell me where the woodbine grows
That vies in sweetness with the rose.

