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All ye, whom love or fortune hath betrayed (John Dowland)

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Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2006-11-17).   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: All ye, whom love or fortune hath betrayed
Composer: John Dowland

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

Language: English
Instruments: Lute
Published: The First Booke of Songs or Ayres (1597), no.14

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Original text and translations

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All ye, whom Love or Fortune hath betrayed
All ye, that dream of bliss but live in grief
All ye, whose hopes are evermore delay'd
All ye, whose sighs or sickness wants relief
Lend ears and tears to me, most hapless man
That sings my sorrows like the dying swan.


Care that consumes the heart with inward pain.
Pain that presents sad care in outward view.
Both tyrant-like enforce me to complain:
But still in vain: for none my plaints will rue.
Tears, sighs and ceaseless cries alone I spend:
My woe wants comfort, and my sorrow end.
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