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Will saide to his mammy (Robert Jones)

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Editor: Andreas Stenberg (submitted 2008-12-01).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 215 kbytes   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Parts inscore with lute (Bassus as in originall with out text underlay but should be easy to take text from Alto part)
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Editor: Andreas Stenberg (submitted 2009-01-22).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 206 kbytes   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: This is a version with the lute part transcibed into modern notation. (The same lilypond source as in the version with lute in tabulature can be used to produce this version.)

General Information

Title: Will saide to his mammy
Composer: Robert Jones

Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: SAB
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella or with lute and viol
Published: 1609

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Original text and translations

English.png English text

Will saide to his mammy
that he woulde goe woo,
faine would he wed
but he wot not who.
In faith chil have a wife,

R.:
O what a life do I lead
for a wife in my bed
I may not tell you.
O there to have a wife,
O tis a smart to my hart,
tis a racke to my backe
and to my belly.

Soft a while my lammy stay, and yet abide,
hee like a foole as he was replied,

Scarcely was hee wedded,
Full a fortnights space,
But that he was in a heavie case,
Largely was he headded,
And his checkes lookt thinne:
And to repent he did thus beginne;
A figge for such a wife, a wife, a wife,
R.

All you that are Batchelers,
Be learned by crying will,
better for to tarry,
And alone to lie
Then like a foole with a fool to drie:
A figge for such a wife,
R.

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