It was a lover and his lass (Thomas Morley)

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Solo w/Lute accompaniment

Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2008-02-19).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 21 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Nwc.png

SATB editions

  • CPDL #6756: Network.png
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.
  • CPDL #611: Network.png PDF, MIDI and ABC files available.
Editor: Laura Conrad (submitted 1999-12-07).   Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 48 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: In partbook format.

General Information

Title: It was a lover and his lass
Composer: Thomas Morley
Lyricist: William Shakespeare

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
or Solo Tenor with lute
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella or lute accompaniment
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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 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 nonino,
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 nonino,
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 nonino,
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.