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Editor: Eva Toller (submitted 2001-01-11).   Score information: 19.7 x 28.4 cm, 5 pages, 109 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: based on Thomas Morley's madrigal, midi files available for each part

General Information

Title: It Was a Lover and His Lass
Composer: Thomas Morley
Arranger: Eva Toller
Lyricist: William Shakespeare

Number of voices: 8vv   Voicing: SSAATTBB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published:

Description:

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Original text and translations

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It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green corn-field did pass,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

Between the acres of the rye,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
These pretty country folks would lie,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

This carol they began that hour,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
How that life was but a flower
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

And, therefore, take the present time
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
For love is crowned with the prime
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.