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Welcome to Hyperion Records, an independent British classical label devoted to presenting high-quality recordings of music of all styles and from all periods from the twelfth century to the twenty-first.
Hyperion offers both CDs, and downloads in a number of formats. The site is also available in several languages.
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When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, ‘Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies But keep your fancy free.’ But I was one-and-twenty, No use to talk to me.
When I was one-and-twenty I heard him say again, ‘The heart out of the bosom Was never given in vain; ’Tis paid with sighs a-plenty And sold for endless rue.’ And I am two-and-twenty, And oh, ’tis true, ’tis true
The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair, There’s men from the barn and the forge and the mill and the fold. The lads for the girls and the lads for the liquor are there, And there with the rest are the lads that will never be old.
There’s chaps from the town and the field and the till and the cart, And many to count are the stalwart, and many the brave, And many the handsome of face and the handsome of heart, And few that will carry their looks or their truth to the grave.
I wish one could know them, I wish there were tokens to tell The fortunate fellows that now you can never discern; And then one could talk with them friendly and wish them farewell And watch them depart on the way that they will not return.
But now you may stare as you like and there’s nothing to scan; And brushing your elbow unguessed-at and not be told They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man, The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.