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Up merry mates (John Dowland)

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Editor: David Fraser (submitted 2008-07-04).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 128 kbytes   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: SATB plus lute tablature (7/8-course, tenor G tuning)

General Information

Title: Up merry mates
Composer: John Dowland

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Lute song

Language: English
Instruments: Lute
Published: A Pilgrimes Solace (1612), no.19

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Original text and translations

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Up merry mates, to Neptunes prayse,
Your voyces high advance:
The watrie Nymphs shall dance,
and Eolus shall whistle to your layes.
Stereman, how stands the winde?
Full North, North-east.
What course?
Full South, South-west.
no worse,
and blow so faire,
Then sinke despayre,
Come solace to the minde,
ere night we shall the haven finde.
O happy dayes,
who may containe,
but swell with proud disdaine,
when seas are smooth, sailes full and all things please?

Stay merry mates, proud Neptune lowres,
Your voyces all deplore you,
The Nymphes stand weeping o’re you:
And Eolus and Iris bandy showres.
Mr. Boates man hale in the Boate.
Harke, harke the ratlings,
’Tis haile.
Make fast the tacklings.
Strike saile.
Make quicke dispatches,
Shut close the hatches.
Hold sterne, cast Ancour out,
This night we shall at random floate.
O dismall houres,
Who can forbeare,
But sinke with sad despaire.
When seas are rough, sailes rent, and each thing lowres.

The golden meane that constant spirit beares,
in such extreams that nor presumes nor feares.

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