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==Music files== | |||
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*{{PostedDate|2007-10-01}} {{CPDLno|15110}} [[Media:Bryd.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:Bryd_one_brere.mid|{{mid}}]] [[Media:Byrd_one_brere.zip|{{Zip}}]] (ABC) | |||
{{Editor|Kitty Briton|2007-09-28}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|2|82}}{{Copy|Personal}} | |||
:{{EdNotes|ABC file zipped.}} | |||
==General Information== | |||
'''Title:''' ''Bryd one brere<br> | |||
{{Composer|Anonymous}} | |||
{{Lyricist|}} | |||
{{Voicing|1|T}} | |||
{{Genre|Secular|Madrigals}} | |||
{{Language|Middle English}} | |||
{{Instruments|A cappella}} | |||
{{Pub|1|c. 1300}} | |||
{{Descr|The First English Love Song. Once upon a time, a bored English cleric flipped over a papal bull which was already a hundred years old and began to write down a song. That song today is recognized as being the oldest extant English love song. ''Bryd one Brere'' is an honest confession of undying love (from the poet to a bird in a tree), devotion, and :praise of a lady. It eloquently conveys the very heart of amor courtoise. Its soaring melody is one of the most beautiful melodies ever written, yet it conveys some element of bittersweetness.}} | |||
{{#ExtWeb: | |||
*[http://home.uchicago.edu/~atterlep/Music/Songs/brydonebrere.htm Article on a University of Chicago Personal Web Page] | |||
*[http://home.uchicago.edu/~atterlep/index.htm Constance Fairfax's Commonplace Book - Medieval Resources] | |||
*[http://home.uchicago.edu/~atterlep/Music/Songs/ More Medieval songs] | |||
*[http://home.uchicago.edu/~atterlep/Music/14cmusandpoet.htm About 14th century music and poetry] | |||
*[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Medieval_composers About 14th century composers] | |||
*[http://www.concertina.net/tunes_convert.html Play an ABC source file here]}} | |||
==Original text and translations== | |||
{{Text|English| | |||
Bird on a briar, bird on a briar, mankind has come of love, love to crave. | |||
Blissful bird, rue thou on me, or ready, love, ready thou me my grave. | |||
I am so blithe, so blithe, bird on a briar, When I see that maid in the hall. | |||
She is white of limb, lovely, :true, She is fair and the flower of all. | |||
Might her I have at my will, steadfast of love, lovely, and true, | |||
Of my sorrow she might me save, Joy and bliss were ever new to me.}} | |||
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Music files
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- Editor: Kitty Briton (submitted 2007-09-28). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 82 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: ABC file zipped.
General Information
Title: Bryd one brere
Composer: Anonymous
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: T
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: Middle English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: c. 1300
Description: The First English Love Song. Once upon a time, a bored English cleric flipped over a papal bull which was already a hundred years old and began to write down a song. That song today is recognized as being the oldest extant English love song. Bryd one Brere is an honest confession of undying love (from the poet to a bird in a tree), devotion, and :praise of a lady. It eloquently conveys the very heart of amor courtoise. Its soaring melody is one of the most beautiful melodies ever written, yet it conveys some element of bittersweetness.
External websites:
- Article on a University of Chicago Personal Web Page
- Constance Fairfax's Commonplace Book - Medieval Resources
- More Medieval songs
- About 14th century music and poetry
- About 14th century composers
- Play an ABC source file here
Original text and translations
English text
Bird on a briar, bird on a briar, mankind has come of love, love to crave.
Blissful bird, rue thou on me, or ready, love, ready thou me my grave.
I am so blithe, so blithe, bird on a briar, When I see that maid in the hall.
She is white of limb, lovely, :true, She is fair and the flower of all.
Might her I have at my will, steadfast of love, lovely, and true,
Of my sorrow she might me save, Joy and bliss were ever new to me.