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Je prens congié de vous, amours, Et vous mercy de vos honnours Que presenter m'avez volu Par tant de fois, que suis tenu De vous en remerchier tous jours. Ou que soye, cy et alliours, Comandés moy vos grans doulcours; La vous vorrés, seray venu. Je prens [congié de vous, amours, Et vous mercy de vous honnours Que presenter m'avez volu.] Adieu vous dy, plus n'ay de cours, pour Dieu si me soiés secours A mon besoing, quant... Vous playra come a celuy... A qui il vient lo rebours. [Je prens congié de vous, amours, Et vous mercy de vous honnours Que presenter m'avez volu Par tant de fois, que suis tenu De vous en remerchier tous jours.]
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- 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 Guillaume Dufay (c1400 - 1474), "Je prens congié de vous, amours" [text verified 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (David Wyatt) , title 1: "I'm taking a holiday from you, my love", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this text: Alberto Pedrotti
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 21
Word count: 118
I'm taking a holiday from you, my love, And thank you for the honours Which you chose to present me So frequently, that I am compelled To thank you for them daily. Wherever I am, here or elsewhere, Let your great kindnesses command me; Where you wish, I will come. I'm taking a holiday from you, my love, And thank you for the honours Which you chose to present me. Farewell I tell you, I have no more cash, By God if you will help me In my need, as much as Pleases you, as if to one On whom has come some reverse. I'm taking a holiday from you, my love, And thank you for the honours Which you chose to present me So frequently, that I am compelled To thank you for them daily.
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- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2012 by David Wyatt, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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- a text in French (Français) by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist
This text was added to the website: 2012-05-22
Line count: 21
Word count: 136