Of all the birds - John Bartlet

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⌛ Period → Renaissance ◈ Genre / Form → Madrigals

♯ Key F major

⁄ Time Signature 3/4

♬ Voicing → SATB

◆ Difficulty

Elementary

↕ Range G2 – F5

¶ Language → English

Measures 38

Texture mixed texture

Parts 2

Instruments Lute

Pages 2

CPDL # 62552

Editor Christopher Hoyt

Posted 2021-01-28

License CPDL License

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G2 – D4

¶Lyrics / Text

'''1.''' Of all the birds that I do know, Philip my sparrow hath no peer. For sit she high, or sit she low, Be she far off, or be she near, There is no bird so fair, so fine, Nor yet so fresh as this of mine. :''For when she once hath felt the fit, :''Philip will cry still: :''yet, yet, yet, yet, yet, yet, yet, :''yet, yet, yet, yet, yet, yet, yet. '''2.''' Come in a morning merrily When Philip hath been lately fed; Or in an evening soberly, When Philip list to go to bed. It is a heaven to hear my Phipp, How she can chirp with merry lip. :''For when she once… '''3.''' She never wanders far abroad, But is at home when I do call; If I command she lays on low With lips, with teeth, with tongue and all. She chants, she chirps, she makes such cheer, That I believe she hath no peer. :''For when she once… '''4.''' And yet besides all this good sport My Philip can both sing and dance, With new found toys of sundry sort My Philip can both prick and prance. And if you say but: fend cut, Phipp! Lord, how the peat will turn and skip! :''For when she once… '''5.''' And to tell truth he were to blame, Having so fine a bird as she To make him all this goodly game Without suspect or jealousy; He were a churl and knew no good, Would see her faint for lack of food. :''For when she once…