Seven Short Songs for voice, recorder and piano

Here we come a-piping 
In Spring time and in May;
Green fruit a ripening, 
And Winter fled away,
The Queen she sits upon the strand
Fair as a lily, white as a wand;
Seven billows on the sea,
Horses riding fast and free,
And bells beyond the sand.

Lullaby my sweet little baby,
My sweet little baby, lullaby.

Do not cry, my sweet little baby,
My sweet little baby, do not cry.

Lullaby my sweet little baby,
My sweet little baby, lullaby.

Baban bach, Cysga’n dawel heno,
Cysga’n dawel heno, ‘Maban bach.

Baban bach, Paid ag wylo heno,
Paid ag wylo heno, ‘Maban bach.

Baban bach, Cysga’n dawel heno,
Cysga’n dawel heno, ‘Maban bach.

The lamb that e’er the world began
Was sacrificed for sin,
Which for to suck his mother’s milk
This day did first begin.

Now carol us, and carol we,
And Hallelujah sing.
Peace be on earth, good will to men,
Glory to God our King.

The angels’ joy pronounced his birth;
The shepherds ran to look;
A star did guide the pilgrimage
The wise men undertook.

Now carol us, and carol we,
And Hallelujah sing.
Peace be on earth, good will to men,
Glory to God our King.

Begin to charm, and as thou strok’st my ears
With thy endearment, melt me into tears.
Then let thy active hand scud o’er thy lyre:
And make my spirits frantic with the fire.
That done, sink down into a silv’ry strain;
And make me smooth as Balm, and Oil again.

In the garden sweetly sings a solitary bird
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In the still air the music lies unheard;
In the rough, marble beauty lies unseen;
To wake the music and the beauty needs
The master’s touch, the sculptor’s chisel keen.

I know a bank where the whild thyme grows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine:
There sleeps Titania some time of the night,
Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight.
And there the snake throws her enameled skin,
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in.