O, the merry harvest-time (George J. Webb)

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• (Posted 2024-02-25)  CPDL #79284:     

Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2024-02-25).   Score information: Letter, 12 pages, 591 kB   Copyright: Personal

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Title: O, the merry harvest-time
Composer: George J. Webb
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1850 Mason & Law
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Original text and translations

English text

O, the merry harvest time!
The merry, matchless harvest time!
    What can vie,
    Beneath the sky,
With the merry harvest time?
What though summer birds have fled,
    Singing to some other clime;
We have tongues that music shed,
    And a song for harvest time.
Come, o’er the hills the moon is glancing,
Now’s the time for singing and dancing.
    Now’s the happy harvest time!
    The happy, honored harvest time!
        E’er the earth
        Doth mix in mirth,
    With her sons at harvest time.

Not a storm doth vex her brow,
    Flooding rain nor frosty rime;
But the sunny distance now,
    Laugheth out, ’tis harvest time.
Come, o’er the hills the moon is glancing,
Now’s the time for singing and dancing.
    Now’s the happy harvest time!
    The happy, honored harvest time!
        E’er the earth
        Doth mix in mirth,
    With her sons at harvest time.

Praise, then, all the harvest time,
Ye children of the harvest time;
    Girls and boys,
    Who know the joys
Of the fruitful harvest time.
Leave to Spring the love-sweet flowers;
    Winter, top, its song and rhyme;
Summer all her balmy hours;
    We’ve our dance at harvest time.
Come, o’er the hills the moon is glancing,
Now’s the time for singing and dancing.
    Now’s the happy harvest time!
    The happy, honored harvest time!
        E’er the earth
        Doth mix in mirth,
    With her sons at harvest time.