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- Editor: Willem Verkaik (submitted 2015-11-09). Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 280 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: Those spots upon my Lady's face
Composer: Thomas Weelkes
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 6vv Voicing: SSSAAB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1597 in Madrigals to 3-6 voices, no. 21
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
Those spots upon my Lady's face appearing,
The one of black, the other bright carnation,
Are like the mulberries in dainty gardens growing,
Where grows delight and pleasures of each fashion,
They grow too high, and warely kept from me,
Which makes me sing ah me! 't will never be.