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charles villiers stanford - on a hill there grows a flower lyrics

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on a hill there grows a flower
fair befall the dainty, dainty sweet!
by that flower there is a bower
where the heavenly muses meet

in that bower there is a chair
fringèd all about with gold
where doth sit the fairest fair
that ever eye did yet behold

it is phillis fair and bright
she that is the shepherd’s joy;
she that venus did despite
and did blind her little boy

who would not his face admire?
who would not this saint adore?
who would not this sight desirе
tho’ he thought to see no more?

oh, fair eyеs! yet let me see
one good look, and i am gone;
look on me, for i am he
thy poor silly corydon

thou that art the shepherd’s queen
look upon thy silly swain;
by thy comfort have been seen
dead men brought to life again

- charles villiers stanford lyrics

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