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==Music files== | ==Music files== | ||
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{{Editor|Andrew Sims|2020-04-05}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|3|116}}{{Copy|CPDL}} | {{Editor|Andrew Sims|2020-04-05}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|3|116}}{{Copy|CPDL}} | ||
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==General Information== | ==General Information== | ||
{{Title|''Jack and Joan''}} | |||
{{Composer|Charles Wood}} | {{Composer|Charles Wood}} | ||
{{Lyricist|Thomas Campion}} | {{Lyricist|Thomas Campion}} | ||
{{Voicing|1|Unison}} | {{Voicing|1|Unison}} | ||
{{Genre|Secular|Art songs}} | {{Genre|Secular|Art songs}} | ||
{{Language|English}} | {{Language|English}} | ||
{{Instruments|Piano}} | {{Instruments|Piano}} | ||
{{Pub|1|}} | {{Pub|1|}} | ||
{{Descr| }} | |||
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==Original text and translations== | |||
{{Text|English| | |||
Jack and Joan they think no ill, | |||
But loving live, and merry still; | |||
Do their week-days' work, and pray | |||
Devoutly on the holy day: | |||
Skip and trip it on the green, | |||
And help to choose the Summer Queen; | |||
Lash out, at a country feast, | |||
Their silver penny with the best. | |||
'' | Well can they judge of nappy ale, | ||
And tell at large a winter tale; | |||
Climb up to the apple loft, | |||
And turn the crabs till they be soft. | |||
Tib is all the father's joy, | |||
And little Tom the mother's boy. | |||
All their pleasure is content; | |||
And care, to pay their yearly rent. | |||
Joan can call by name her cows, | |||
And deck her window with green boughs; | |||
She can wreaths and nosegays make, | |||
And trim with plums a bridal cake. | |||
Jack knows what brings gain or loss; | |||
And his long flail can stoutly toss: | |||
Makes the hedge, which others break; | |||
And ever thinks what he doth speak. | |||
Now, you courtly dames and knights, | |||
That study only strange delights; | |||
Though you scorn the homespun grey, | |||
And revel in your rich array; | |||
Though your tongues dissemble deep, | |||
And can your heads from danger keep; | |||
Yet, for all your pomp and train, | |||
Securer lives the silly swain.}} | |||
[[Category:Sheet music]] | [[Category:Sheet music]] | ||
[[Category: music]] | [[Category: music]] |
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- Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2020-04-05). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 116 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Jack and Joan
Composer: Charles Wood
Lyricist: Thomas Campion
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Unison
Genre: Secular, Art song
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
First published:
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
Jack and Joan they think no ill,
But loving live, and merry still;
Do their week-days' work, and pray
Devoutly on the holy day:
Skip and trip it on the green,
And help to choose the Summer Queen;
Lash out, at a country feast,
Their silver penny with the best.
Well can they judge of nappy ale,
And tell at large a winter tale;
Climb up to the apple loft,
And turn the crabs till they be soft.
Tib is all the father's joy,
And little Tom the mother's boy.
All their pleasure is content;
And care, to pay their yearly rent.
Joan can call by name her cows,
And deck her window with green boughs;
She can wreaths and nosegays make,
And trim with plums a bridal cake.
Jack knows what brings gain or loss;
And his long flail can stoutly toss:
Makes the hedge, which others break;
And ever thinks what he doth speak.
Now, you courtly dames and knights,
That study only strange delights;
Though you scorn the homespun grey,
And revel in your rich array;
Though your tongues dissemble deep,
And can your heads from danger keep;
Yet, for all your pomp and train,
Securer lives the silly swain.