Our country-swains in the morris dance Thus woo and win their brides, Will for our town the hobby horse At pleasure frolic rides: I woo with tears and ne’er the near, I die in grief and live in fear.
Madrigals to three, four, five and six voices
Song Cycle by Thomas Weelkes (1576 - 1623)
?. Our country‑swains in the morris dance  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
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Lyrics from the Song-Books of the Elizabethan Age, ed. by A. H. Bullen, London, John C. Nimmo, 1887, page 96.Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
?. Now every tree renews his summer’s green  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Now every tree renews his summer’s green, Why is your heart in winter’s garments clad? Your beauty says my love is summer’s queen, But your cold love like winter makes me sad: Then either spring with buds of love again Or else congeal my thoughts with your disdain.
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Lyrics from the Song-Books of the Elizabethan Age, ed. by A. H. Bullen, London, John C. Nimmo, 1887, page 83.Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
?. Lo! country sport that seldom fades  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Lo! country sport that seldom fades; A garland of the spring, A prize for dancing, country maids With merry pipes we bring. Then all at once for our town cries! Pipe on, for we will have the prize.
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Lyrics from the Song-Books of the Elizabethan Age, ed. by A. H. Bullen, London, John C. Nimmo, 1887, page 68.Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
Total word count: 125