Though Amarillis dance in green (William Byrd)
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- (Posted 2016-11-03) CPDL #41673:
- Editor: Sabine Cassola (submitted 2016-11-03). Score information: A4, 8 pages, 306 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Full score and parts
- CPDL #13102:
- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2006-11-17). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 33 kB Copyright: CPDL
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- CPDL #06739:
- Editor: John D. Smith (submitted 2004-02-20). Score information: 49.4 x 69.8 cm, 3 pages, 122 kB Copyright: Personal
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- CPDL #04866:
(Sibelius 4)
- Editor: David Fraser (submitted 2003-04-24). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 122 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: revised Sept 08
General Information
Title: Though Amarillis Dance in Green (spelling as in Byrd's publication, i.e. not Amaryllis)
Composer: William Byrd
Number of voices: 5vv Voicing: SAATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
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Original text and translations
English text
Though Amarillis daunce in green,
like Fayrie Queene,
and sing full cleere,
Corina can with smiling cheer:
yet since their eyes make hart so sore,
hey ho, chill love no more.
My sheepe are lost for want of food,
and I so wood:
that all the day,
I sit and watch a heardmaid gaye:
who laughes to see mee sigh so sore,
hey ho, chill love no more.
Her loving lookes, her beautie bright,
is such delight:
that all in vaine,
I love to like, and lose my gaine:
for her that thanks mee not therefore,
hey ho, chill love no more.
Ah wanton eyes my friendly foes,
and cause of woes:
your sweet desire,
breedes flames of ice and freese in fire:
yee skorne to see mee weep so sore,
hey ho, chill love no more.
Love yee who list I force him not,
sith God it wot,
the more I wayle,
the lesse my sighes and teares prevaile,
what shall I doe but say therefore,
hey ho, chill love no more.