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James Corfe
(1713 - c.1765)
Pretty wanton, come away (reduced accompaniment)
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149347 : Corfe : Pretty wanton, come away (reduced accompaniment) : sheet music
Catalogued as Choral - Secular (Songs and Concert Airs)
"The Lady of the May", from Twelve English songs with their symphonies, London, c.1745.
Lyrics: Anon
Pretty wanton, come away;
Lovers' month is always May:
Long have I, too long to say,
Sued thee, wanton thing, to play.
But alas! and welladay!
When I sue you cry me nay.
To requite my ling'ring stay,
Pay me now, or never pay;
Nature smiles, and all is gay;
All is deck'd in best array.
Pretty wanton, come away;
Let us love the month of May.
Little wanton, let us rove
Thro' the fragrant myrtle grove,
There to hear the turtledove
Cooing sonnets to its love.
Prithee wanton, come away.
Pretty wanton, come away;
Lovers' month is always May:
Long have I, too long to say,
Sued thee, wanton thing, to play.
But alas! and welladay!
When I sue you cry me nay.
To requite my ling'ring stay,
Pay me now, or never pay;
Nature smiles, and all is gay;
All is deck'd in best array.
Pretty wanton, come away;
Let us love the month of May.
Little wanton, let us rove
Thro' the fragrant myrtle grove,
There to hear the turtledove
Cooing sonnets to its love.
Prithee wanton, come away.