Harke, harke wot yee wat - Jones, Robert

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"Lute song from A Musicall Dreame or the fourt booke of Ayres"

⌛ Epoche → Renaissance

◈ Genre / Form Lute songs

♬ Besetzung → SAB ¶ Sprache → Englisch

Stimmen 3

Instrumente three part singing with Lute

Seiten 5

CPDL Nr. 18308

Bearbeiter Andreas Stenberg

Veröffentlicht 2008-11-18

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Harke, harke wot you what, nay faith and shall I tell I am afraide to die a maid and so lead apes in hell. Oh it makes me sigh and sob with inward griefe, but if I can but get a man, heele yeeld me some reliefe. O it is strange how nature works with me, My body is spent and I lament my own great folly, O it makes me sigh and powre forth flouds of teares, Alas poore else none but thy selfe would live, having such cares O now I see that fortune frownes on me By this good light I have beene ripe, O it makes me sigh and sure it will me kill, When I should sleepe I lie and weepe, feeding on sorowes still. I must confesse as maides have vertu store, Live honest still against our wils, more fooles weare therfore: O it makes me sigh, yet hope doth still me good, For if I can but get a man, with him I spend my blood.

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