by William Browne, of Tavistock (1588 - 1643)
Now that the Spring hath filled our...
Language: English
Now that the Spring hath filled our veins With kind and active fire, And made green liveries for the plains, And every grove a choir; Sing we a song of merry glee, And Bacchus fill the bowl. Then here's to thee! And thou to me And every thirsty soul. Nor care nor sorrow e'er paid debt, Nor never shall do mine; I have no cradle going yet, Not I, by this good wine. No wife at home to send for me, No hogs are in my ground, No suit at law to pay a fee; Then round, old jockey, round! Shear sheep that have them, cry we still, But see that no man 'scape To drink of the sherry That makes us so merry, And plump as the lusty grape.
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Authorship:
- by William Browne, of Tavistock (1588 - 1643), "A round" [author's text checked 1 time 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 Ernest John Moeran (1894 - 1950), "Good wine", R. 54 no. 6 (1930?), published 1933 [chorus], from Songs of Springtime, no. 6, Novello [text not verified]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2011-03-31
Line count: 21
Word count: 130