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The Song Book |
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CCXLII SING, SING, MUSIC WAS GIVEN |
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When Love, rock'd by his mother, Lay sleeping as calm as slumber could make him,
" Hush ! hush !" said Venus, "no other Sweet voice but his own is worthy to wake him."
Dreaming of music, he slumber'd the while, Till faint from his lip a soft melody broke,
And Venus, enchanted, look'd on with a smile, While Love to his own sweet singing awoke.
Then sing, sing, &c.
Words by Moore. Tune The Old Langoke. |
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