Woeful heart with grief oppressed (John Dowland)

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General Information

Title: Woeful heart with grief oppressed
Composer: John Dowland

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularMadrigalLute song

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella or with lute

First published: 1600 in The Second Booke of Songs or Ayres, no. 16

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Original text and translations

Original Text:

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Woeful heart with grief oppressed
since my fortunes most distressed,
from my Joys hath me removed,
Follow those sweet eyes adored,
those sweet eyes wherein are stored,
all my pleasures best beloved.

Fly my breast, leave me forsaken,
Wherein Grief his seat hath taken,
All his arrows through me darting,
Thou mayest live by her Sun shining,
I shall suffer no more pining,
By thy loss, than by her parting.