My love hath vowed he will forsake me (Thomas Campion)

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  • (Posted 2012-04-25)  CPDL #26019:         
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General Information

Title: My love hath vowed he will forsake me
Composer: Thomas Campion

Number of voices: 2vv   Voicing: SA
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1601 in A Booke of Ayres, no. 5
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Original text and translations

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My love hath vowed hee will forsake me
And I am already sped.
For other promise he did make me
When he had my maidenhead.
If such danger be in playing
And sport must to earnest turn,
I will go no more a-maying.

Had I foreseen what is ensued,
And what now with pain I prove,
Unhappy then I had eschewed
This unkind event of love.
Maids foreknow their own undoing,
But fear naught till all is done,
When a man alone is wooing.

Dissembling wretch to gain thy pleasure!
What didst thou not vow and swear?
So didst thou rob me of the treasure
Which so long I held so dear.
Now thou prov’st to me a stranger,
Such is the vile guise of men,
When a woman is in danger.

That heart is nearest to misfortune
That will trust a feigned tongue.
When flatt’ring men our loves importune,
They intend us deepest wrong.
If this shame of loves betraying,
But this once I cleanly shun,
I will go no more amaying.