John Jeffreys - Passing By

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There is a lady sweet and kind
Was never face so pleas'd my mind;
I did but see her passing by
And yet i love her till i die

Her gesture, motion, and her smiles
Her wit, her voice, my heart beguiles
Beguiles my heart, i know not why
And yet i love her till i die

Her free behaviour, winning looks
Will make a lawyer burn his books;
I touch'd her not, alas! not i
And yet i love her till i die
Had i her fast betwixt mine arms
Judge you that think such sports wеre harms
Were't any harm? no, no, fiе, fie
For i will love her till i die

Should i remain confined there
So long as ph oe bus in his sphere
I to request, she to deny
Yet would i love her till i die

Cupid is winged and doth range
Her country so my love doth change:
But change she earth, or change she sky
Yet will i love her till i die

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John Jeffreys

John Jeffreys (1927-2010) was born to Welsh parents in Thanet, Kent, and composed very much in a traditional English pastoral vein. Unable to receive much recognition in the 1970s, he destroyed much of his music and worked as a garden designer for council housing, writing a couple of books on the subject. However, in the following decade, he found a tape of his works and was able to reconstruct some of his music.