by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Tyrley Tyrlow
Language: English
About the field they pipèd right, So merrily the shepherds began to blow: Adown from heaven that is so high. Tyrley, tyrlow, tyrley, tyrlow, tyrley, tyrlow. Of angels there came a company with merry songs and melody, The shepherds anon gan them aspy. Tyrley, tyrlow, tyrley, tyrlow, tyrley, tyrlow. The shepherds hied them to Bedlem To see that blessèd sun his beam, And there they found that glorious leme. Tyrley, tyrlow, tyrley, tyrlow, tyrley, tyrlow. Now pray we to that meke child, And to his mother that is so mild, The which was never defiled. Tyrley, tyrlow, tyrley, tyrlow, tyrley, tyrlow. That we may come unto his bliss Where joy shall never miss, Then may we sing in Paradise. Tyrley, tyrlow, tyrley, tyrlow, tyrley, tyrlow. I pray you all that be here For to sing and make good cheer In the worship of God this year. Tyrley, tyrlow, tyrley, tyrlow, tyrley, tyrlow.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author ( 16th century )  [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Peter Warlock (1894 - 1930), "Tyrley Tyrlow", 1922, published 1923 [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 24
Word count: 152