Sing we and chant it While love doth grant it. Not long youth lasteth, And old age hasteth. Now is best leisure To take our pleasure. All things invite us Now to delight us. Hence, care, be packing! No mirth be lacking! Let spare no treasure To live in pleasure.
First Book of Ballets to Five Voices
by Thomas Morley (1557 - 1602)
?. Sing we and chant it  [sung text checked 1 time]
?. Thus saith my Galatea  [sung text checked 1 time]
Thus saith my Galatea: Love long hath been deluded, When shall it be concluded? The young nymphs all are wedded: Ah, then why do I tarry? Oh, let me die or marry.
?. About the maypole new  [sung text checked 1 time]
About the maypole new, with glee and merriment, While as the bagpipe tooted it, Thyrsis and Chloris fine together footed it: And to the joyous instrument Still they went to and fro, and finely flaunted it, And then both met again and thus they chaunted it. Fa la! The shepherds and the nymphs them round enclosèd had, Wond’ring with what facility, About they turn’d them in such strange agility; And still when they unloosèd had, With words full of delight they gently kissed them, And thus sweetly to sing they never missed them. Fa la!
?. You that wont to my pipe's sound  [sung text checked 1 time]
You that wont to my pipe’s sound Daintily to tread your ground, Jolly shepherds and nymphs sweet, (Lirum, lirum.) Here met together Under the weather, Hand in hand uniting, The lovely god come greet. (Lirum, lirum) Lo, triumphing, brave comes he, All in pomp and majesty, Monarch of the world and king. (Lirum, lirum.) Let whoso list him Dare to resist him, We our voices uniting, Of his high acts will sing. (Lirum, lirum.)
?. Now is the month of Maying  [sung text checked 1 time]
Now is the month of maying, When merry lads are playing, fa la, Each with his bonny lass Upon the greeny grass. Fa la. The Spring, clad all in gladness, Doth laugh at Winter's sadness, fa la, And to the bagpipe's sound The nymphs tread out their ground. Fa la Fie then! why sit we musing, Youth's sweet delight refusing? Fa la. Say dainty nymphs, and speak, Shall we play barley-break? Fa la.
- possibly by Thomas Morley (1557 - 1602), first published 1595 [an adaptation] [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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?. Shoot, false Love  [sung text checked 1 time]
Shoot, false Love! I care not; Spend thy shafts and spare not! Fa la la! I fear not, I, thy might, And less I weigh thy spite; All naked I unarm me, — If thou canst, now shoot and harm me! So lightly I esteem thee As now a child I dream thee. Fa la la la! Long thy bow did fear1 me, While thy pomp did blear me; Fa la la! But now I do perceive Thy art is to deceive; And every simple lover All thy falsehood can discover. Then weep, Love! and be sorry, For thou hast lost thy glory. Fa la la la!
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
1 i.e., frighten
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