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  • CPDL #26019:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2012-04-25).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 12 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Reformatting of #11107, with modernised spelling. MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
  • CPDL #11107:       
Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2006-02-27).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 15 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: NoteWorthy Composer file may be viewed and printed with NoteWorthy Composer Viewer.

General Information

Title: My love hath vowed he will forsake me
Composer: Thomas Campion

Number of voices: 2vv   Voicing: SA

Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

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Original text and translations

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My love hath vowed hee will forsake me
And I am already sped.
For other promise he did make me
When he had my maidenhead.
If such danger be in playing
And sport must to earnest turn,
I will go no more a-maying.

Had I foreseen what is ensued,
And what now with pain I prove,
Unhappy then I had eschewed
This unkind event of love.
Maids foreknow their own undoing,
But fear naught till all is done,
When a man alone is wooing.

Dissembling wretch to gain thy pleasure!
What didst thou not vow and swear?
So didst thou rob me of the treasure
Which so long I held so dear.
Now thou prov’st to me a stranger,
Such is the vile guise of men,
When a woman is in danger.

That heart is nearest to misfortune
That will trust a feigned tongue.
When flatt’ring men our loves importune,
They intend us deepest wrong.
If this shame of loves betraying,
But this once I cleanly shun,
I will go no more amaying.