In a garden so green in a May morning Heard I my lady pleen of paramours; Said she: "My love so sweet, come you not yet, nor yet, Heght you not me to meet amongst the flow'rs? Eloré, Eloré, Eloré, Eloré, I love my lusty love, Eloré lo! Then to my lady blyth did I my presence kyth, Saying: "My bird be glad! Am I not yours? So in my armes two did I the lusty jo, And kissed her times mo than night hath hours. Eloré, Eloré, Eloré, Eloré, I love my lusty love, Eloré lo! Favour and duty unto your bright beauty Confirmed hath law-tie, oblieged to truth, So that your soverance, heartlie but variance, Mark in your memorance mercy and ruth. Eloré, Eloré, Eloré, Eloré, I love my lusty love, Eloré lo!
heght = hight: bid, call
kith: become acquainted with
ruth: compassion, pity
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author ( 17th 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), "Eloré Lo", 1928, published 1929 [ voice and piano ], from Seven Songs of Summer, no. 6 [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this text: David K. Smythe
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 135