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God sent his Singers upon earth
With songs of sadness and of mirth,
That they might touch read more
God sent his Singers upon earth
With songs of sadness and of mirth,
That they might touch the hearts of men,
And bring them back to heaven again.
His tongue is now a stringless instrument;
Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent.
His tongue is now a stringless instrument;
Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent.
They sing, they will pay.
[Fr., Ils chantent, ils payeront.]
They sing, they will pay.
[Fr., Ils chantent, ils payeront.]
Sweetest the strain when in the song
The singer has been lost.
Sweetest the strain when in the song
The singer has been lost.
Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul
And lap it in Elysium.
Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul
And lap it in Elysium.
Sing again, with your dear voice revealing
A tone
Of some world far from ours,
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Sing again, with your dear voice revealing
A tone
Of some world far from ours,
Where music and moonlight and feeling
Are one.
Nay, now you are too flat,
And mar the concord with too harsh a descant.
Nay, now you are too flat,
And mar the concord with too harsh a descant.
You know you haven't got a singing face.
You know you haven't got a singing face.
He who sings frightens away his ills.
[Sp., Quien canta, sus males espanta.]
He who sings frightens away his ills.
[Sp., Quien canta, sus males espanta.]
