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by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Come shepherd swains
Language: English 
Come, shepherd swains, that wont to hear me sing,
  Now sigh and groan!
Dead is my Love, my Hope, my Joy, my Spring;
  Dead, dead, and gone!
O, She that was your Summer’s Queen,
  Your days’ delight,[Pg 17]
Is gone and will no more be seen;
  O, cruel spite!
Break all your pipes that wont to sound
  With pleasant cheer,
And cast yourselves upon the ground
  To wail my Dear!
Come, shepherd swains, come, nymphs, and all a-row
  To help me cry:
Dead is my Love, and, seeing She is so,
  Lo, now I die!

Lyrics from the Song-Books of the Elizabethan Age, ed. by A. H. Bullen, London, John C. Nimmo, 1887, pages 16-17.

Text Authorship:

  • by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [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 John Wilbye (1574 - 1638), "Come shepherd swains", published 1609 [ vocal trio], from the collection Second Set of Madrigals, madrigal [
     text verified 1 time
    ]

Researcher for this page: Bart O'Brien

This text was added to the website: 2004-12-08
Line count: 16
Word count: 95

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