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The Ruined Maid     4'11"
New witty strophic song for voice and piano

General Information

A simple strophic song with a clear repeating vocal melody. A delicious gossipy story that is so full of life and joie de vivre that the words are rightfully always Mistress of the music. Punctuated on the piano by solo phrases of high very arch trilling, the delightfully wicked lyric and skilfully placed bel canto line give the singer glorious opportunities for vocal acting and story telling.

A perfect ‘mood lightener’ or encore piece, - launch into it without explanation or warning!

The singer can assume three personas:
• The gloriously Ruined Maid herself – so very refined but not in her last two lines!
• A friend from her past she now calls a ‘raw country girl’
• The narrator (male for female) whose constant but only comment is ‘said she’ but in how many moods?!

Composed for the singer Penelope MacKay as a thank you present for a delightful summer meal in her garden - especially the homemade avocado mousse profiteroles!

Lyrics

new witty song for voice and piano The Ruined Maid by Thomas Hardy (1840 – 1928)

"O 'Melia, my dear, this does everything crown!
Who could have supposed I should meet you in Town?
And whence such fair garments, such prosperi-ty?"
"O didn't you know I'd been ruined?" said she.

"You left us in tatters, without shoes or socks,
Tired of digging potatoes, and spudding up docks;
And now you've gay bracelets and bright feathers three!"
"Yes: that's how we dress when we're ruined," said she.

"At home in the barton you said 'thee' and 'thou,'
And 'thik oon' and 'theäs oon' and 't'other'; but now
Your talking quite fits 'ee for high compan-ny!"
"Some polish is gained with one's ruin," said she.

"Your hands were like paws then, your face blue and bleak
But now I'm bewitched by your delicate cheek,
And your little gloves fit as on any la-dy!"
"We never do work when we're ruined," said she.

"You used to call home-life a hag-ridden dream,
And you'd sigh, and you'd sock; but at present you seem
To know not of megrims or melancho-ly!"
"True. One's pretty lively when ruined," said she.

"I wish I had feathers, a fine sweeping gown,
And a delicate face, and could strut about Town."
"My dear - a raw country girl, such as you be,
Cannot quite expect that. You ain't ruined," said she.

Range

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Soprano

Mezzo

Contralto

Tenor

Baritone

Other transposition on request.

The Score

new witty song for voice and piano

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