By a fountain where I lay (John Dowland)

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  • (Posted 2012-04-05)  CPDL #25856:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2012-04-05).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 48 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Revised files uploaded 30/01/17.
  • (Posted 2009-03-17)  CPDL #19062:     
Editor: David Fraser (submitted 2009-03-17).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 89 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: SATB plus lute tablature (6-course, tenor G tuning)
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General Information

Title: By a fountaine where I lay
Composer: John Dowland

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Lute or a cappella

First published: 1603 in The Third and Last Booke of Songs or Aires, no. 12

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Original text and translations

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By a fountain where I lay,
All blessed be that blessed day,
By the glimm'ring of the sun,
O never be her shining done,
When I might see alone
My true love's fairest one,
Love's dear light,
Love's clear sight,
No world's eyes can clearer see,
A fairer sight none, none can be.

Fair with garlands all a-dress'd,
Was never nymph more fairly bless'd,
Blessed in the high'st degree,
So may she ever blessed be
Came to this fountain near
With such a smiling cheer.
Such a face,
Such a grace,
Happy, happy eyes that see
Such a heav'nly sight as she.

Then I forthwith took my pipe,
Which I all fair and clean did wipe,
And upon a heav'nly ground,
All in the grace of beauty found,
Played this roundelay,
Welcome, fair Queen of May,
Sing, sweet air,
Welcome fair,
Welcome be the shepherd's Queen,
The glory of all our green.