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- CPDL #01798:
PDF and MIDI files.
- Editor: Eva Toller (submitted 2001-01-11). Score information: 19.7 x 28.4 cm, 5 pages, 109 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: based on Thomas Morley's madrigal, midi files available for each part
General Information
Title: It Was a Lover and His Lass
Composer: Thomas Morley
Arranger: Eva Toller
Lyricist: William Shakespeare
Number of voices: 8vv Voicing: SSAATTBB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published:
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green corn-field did pass,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
Between the acres of the rye,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
These pretty country folks would lie,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
This carol they began that hour,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
How that life was but a flower
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
And, therefore, take the present time
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
For love is crowned with the prime
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.