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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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<poem>
Weep no more, thou sorry boy,
Love's pleased and angered with a toy
Love a thousand passions brings,
Laughs and weeps and sighs and sings.
If she smiles he dancing goes,
Not thinking on his future woes.
If she chide with angry eye,
Sits down and sighs: “Ay me, I die!”
 
Yet again, as soon revived,
Joys as much as late he grieved.
Change there is of joy and sadness,
Sorrow much, but more of gladness.
Then weep no more, thou sorry boy,
Turn thy tears to weeping joy.
Sigh no more "Ah me! I die!"
But dance, and sing, and ti-hy cry.
</poem>


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Editor: Diana Thompson (submitted 2009-04-17).   Score information: A4, 9 pages, 142 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: includes Part 2: 'Yet again, as soon revived'. Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score.

General Information

Title: Weep no more, thou sorry boy
Composer: Thomas Tomkins

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1622

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Original text and translations

English.png English text

Weep no more, thou sorry boy,
Love's pleased and angered with a toy
Love a thousand passions brings,
Laughs and weeps and sighs and sings.
If she smiles he dancing goes,
Not thinking on his future woes.
If she chide with angry eye,
Sits down and sighs: “Ay me, I die!”

Yet again, as soon revived,
Joys as much as late he grieved.
Change there is of joy and sadness,
Sorrow much, but more of gladness.
Then weep no more, thou sorry boy,
Turn thy tears to weeping joy.
Sigh no more "Ah me! I die!"
But dance, and sing, and ti-hy cry.