A Sheperd in a shade his plaining made (John Dowland)
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General Information
Title: A Sheperd in a shade his plaining made
Composer: John Dowland
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB or TTBB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1600
Description: No. XVII from Second Book of Songs or Ayres (1600)
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Original text and translations
English text
- A shepherd in a shade,
- his plaining made,
- of love and lovers wrong,
- Unto the fairest lasse,
- that trode on grasse,
- and thus began his song.
Refrain
- Restore, restore my hart againe,
- Which love by thy sweet looks hath slaine,
- Least that inforst by your distaine,
- I sing, fie fie on love,
- it is a foolish thing
- Since love and fortune will,
- I honour still,
- your faire and lovely eye,
- What conquest will it be,
- Sweet nymph, for thee,
- If I for sorrow dye.
Refrain
- Restore, restore my hart againe,
- Which love by thy sweet looks hath slaine,
- Least that inforst by your distaine,
- I sing, fie fie on love,
- it is a foolish thing
- My hart where have you laid
- O cruell maide,
- To kill when you might save,
- Why have yee cast it forth
- as nothing worth,
- Without a tombe or grave.
Refrain
- O let it bee intombed and lye,
- In your sweet minde and memorie,
- Least I resound on every warbling string,
- Fye fye on love
- that is a foolish thing.
