Though Amarillis dance in green (William Byrd)

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General Information

Title: Though Amarillis Dance in Green (spelling as in Byrd's publication, i.e. not Amaryllis)
Composer: William Byrd
Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SAATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: Psalmes, sonets and songs... (1588), no.12

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• Live performance of this work by the dwsChorale

Original text and translations

English text

Though Amarillis daunce in green,
like Fayrie Queene,
and sing full cleere,
Corina can with smiling cheer:
yet since their eyes make hart so sore,
hey ho, chill love no more.

My sheepe are lost for want of food,
and I so wood:
that all the day,
I sit and watch a heardmaid gaye:
who laughes to see mee sigh so sore,
hey ho, chill love no more.

Her loving lookes, her beautie bright,
is such delight:
that all in vaine,
I love to like, and lose my gaine:
for her that thanks mee not therefore,
hey ho, chill love no more.

Ah wanton eyes my friendly foes,
and cause of woes:
your sweet desire,
breedes flames of ice and freese in fire:
yee skorne to see mee weep so sore,
hey ho, chill love no more.

Love yee who list I force him not,
sith God it wot,
the more I wayle,
the lesse my sighes and teares prevaile,
what shall I doe but say therefore,
hey ho, chill love no more.