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Come hither you that love - An English lute song
Come hither you that love, and hear me sing
Of joys still growing
Green, fresh, and lusty, as the pride of spring,
And ever blowing.
Come hither youths that blush and dare not know
What is desire,
And old men worse than you, that cannot blow
One spark of fire.
And with the pow'r of my enchanting song,
Boys shall be able men,
And old, and old men young.
Come hither you that hope, and you that cry,
Leave off complaining,
Youth, strength, and beauty, that shall never die
Are here remaining
Come hither fools, and blush, you stay so long
From being bles'd
And madmen worse than you, that suffer wrong,
Yet seek no rest.
And in an hour with my enchanting song,
You shall be ever pleas'd,
And young, and young maids long.
~Beaumont, Fletcher and Johnson~
To hell with purity and chastity! Even in the 1600's they were tenacious and hedonistic. antiup on the lute and I'm singing.
Of joys still growing
Green, fresh, and lusty, as the pride of spring,
And ever blowing.
Come hither youths that blush and dare not know
What is desire,
And old men worse than you, that cannot blow
One spark of fire.
And with the pow'r of my enchanting song,
Boys shall be able men,
And old, and old men young.
Come hither you that hope, and you that cry,
Leave off complaining,
Youth, strength, and beauty, that shall never die
Are here remaining
Come hither fools, and blush, you stay so long
From being bles'd
And madmen worse than you, that suffer wrong,
Yet seek no rest.
And in an hour with my enchanting song,
You shall be ever pleas'd,
And young, and young maids long.
~Beaumont, Fletcher and Johnson~
To hell with purity and chastity! Even in the 1600's they were tenacious and hedonistic. antiup on the lute and I'm singing.
Category Music / Pre-60s
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 2.45 MB
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