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Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2008-02-19).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 14 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: White as lilies was her face
Composer: Thomas Morley

Number of voices: 1v Voicing: T
Genre: Secular, Partsong

Language: English
Instruments: Lute
Published: 1600

Description: #15 from Morley's First Book of Ayres.

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Original text and translations

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White as Lilies was her face,
When she smiled,
She beguiled,
Quitting faith with foul disgrace,
Virtue service thus neglected,
Heart with sorrow hath infected.

For my heart though set at nought,
Since ye will it,
Spoil and kill it,
I will never change my thought,
But grieved that beauty e'er was born
To Murther faith with froward scorn.

When I swore my heart her own,
She disdained,
I complained,
Yet she left me overthrown,
Careless of my bitter groaning,
Ruthless bent to no relieving.

Vows and oaths and faith assured,
Constant ever,
Changing never,
Yet she could not be procured,
To believe my pains exceeding,
From her scant neglect proceeding.

O that love should have the art,
By surmises,
And disguises,
To destroy a faithful heart,
Or that wanton looking women,
Should reward their friends as foemen.