by Thomas Heywood (?1574 - 1641)
Ye little birds that sit and sing Matches base text
Language: English
Ye little birds that sit and sing Amidst the shady valleys, And see how Phillis sweetly walks Within her garden alleys; Go pretty birds about her bower, Sing pretty birds she may not lower, Ah me, methinks I see her frown, Ye pretty wantons warble. Go tune your voices' harmony, And sing I am her lover; Strain loud and sweet, that ev'ry note, With sweet content may move her: And she that hath the sweetest voice, Tell her I will not change my choice, Yet still methinks I see her frown, Ye pretty wantons warble. Go tell her through your chirping bills, As you by me are bidden, To her is only known my love, Which from the world is hidden: Go pretty birds and tell her so, See that your notes strain not too low, For still methinks I see her frown, Ye pretty wantons warble. Oh fly, make haste, see, see, she falls Into a pretty slumber, Sing round about her rosy bed That waking she may wonder, Say to her, 'tis her lover true, That sendeth love to you, to you: And when you hear her kind reply, Return with pleasant warblings.
Composition:
- Set to music by Charles Hubert Hastings Parry, Sir (1848 - 1918), "Ye little birds that sit and sing", 1888-1906, published 1907, from English Lyrics, Seventh Set, no. 3
Text Authorship:
- by Thomas Heywood (?1574 - 1641)
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Researcher for this page: Ted Perry
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 32
Word count: 195