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Solo w/Lute accompaniment
- CPDL #16199: NoteWorthy Composer
- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2008-02-19). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 21 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Transposed down a major 2nd.
SATB edition
- Editor: John D. Smith (submitted 2004-02-20). Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Scores listed alphabetically by composer, some scores are also available as PDF files.
SAT edition
- Editor: Laura Conrad (submitted 1999-12-07). Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 48 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Transposed down a perfect 5th. In partbook format.
General Information
Title: It was a lover and his lass
Composer: Thomas Morley
Lyricist: William Shakespeare
Number of voices: 4vv Voicings: SATB, SAT or Tenor solo
with lute
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella or lute accompaniment
Published:
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonny no,
That o'er the green cornfields did pass.
In spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding-a-ding-a-ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
Between the acres of the rye,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonny no,
These pretty country folks would lie,
In spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding-a-ding-a-ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
This carol they began that hour,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonny no,
How that a life was but a flower
In spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding-a-ding-a-ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
Then, pretty lovers, take the time
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonny no,
For love is crownéd with the prime
In spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding-a-ding-a-ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.