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==Music files== | ==Music files== | ||
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*{{CPDLno|2756}} [http://www.pbm.com/~lindahl/ravenscroft/modern/index.html#melismata {{net}}] | |||
* | {{Editor|2|Greg Lindahl|Bernard Roth|2001-06-06}}{{Copy|Personal}} | ||
:'''Edition notes:''' | :'''Edition notes:''' | ||
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{{Voicing|4|SATB}}<br> | {{Voicing|4|SATB}}<br> | ||
{{Genre|Secular|Madrigals}} | |||
{{Language|English}} | {{Language|English}} | ||
{{Instruments|A cappella}} | |||
'' | {{Pub|1|1611|in ''{{NoComp|Melismata|Thomas Ravenscroft}}''|no=4}} | ||
'''Description:''' One voice only | '''Description:''' One voice only. | ||
'''External websites:''' | '''External websites:''' | ||
==Original text and translations== | ==Original text and translations== | ||
{{ | {{Text|English| | ||
Will ye loue me Lady sweete, | |||
way, fie away, fie, | |||
you are young and loue and meete, | |||
no, not I’ll live a maide till I be fortie, | |||
out alas, who then will sport thee | |||
wanton yet in the spring, | |||
Loue is a pretie thing | |||
fie away, fie, | |||
Kisse sweete, as louers doe proue, | |||
kind to them that woe | |||
no, not I.}} | |||
[[Category:Sheet music]] | [[Category:Sheet music]] | ||
[[Category:Renaissance music]] | [[Category:Renaissance music]] |
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- Editors: Greg Lindahl and Bernard Roth (submitted 2001-06-06). Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: Will ye love me
Composer: Thomas Ravenscroft
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1611 in Melismata, no. 4
Description: One voice only.
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
Will ye loue me Lady sweete,
way, fie away, fie,
you are young and loue and meete,
no, not I’ll live a maide till I be fortie,
out alas, who then will sport thee
wanton yet in the spring,
Loue is a pretie thing
fie away, fie,
Kisse sweete, as louers doe proue,
kind to them that woe
no, not I.