Come, sirrah Jack, Ho! (Thomas Weelkes)
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General Information
Title: Come, sirrah Jack, Ho!
Composer: Thomas Weelkes
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: SAB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
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Original text and translations
English text
- Come sirrah Jack ho,
- fill some Tobacco,
- bring a wire and some fire,
- haste away, quick I say,
- do not stay shun delay,
- for I drank none good today.
- I swear that this Tobacco
- it's perfect Trinidado
- by the very Mass never was
- better gear than is here
- by the rood, for the blood
- it is very good 'tis very good.
- Fill the pipe once more, my brains dance trenchmore,*
- it is heady I am giddy,
- My head and brains, back and reins,**
- joints and veins, from all pains
- it doth well purge and make clean.
- Then those that do condemn it,
- or such as not commend it,
- never were so wise to learn
- good Tobacco to discern
- Let them go, pluck a crow,
- and not know, as I do,
- the sweet of Trinidado.
*A very energetic dance
**Kidneys
Portuguese translation
- Vem, sr. Jack, ho!
- enche algum tabaco,
- traz um pavio e lume,
- Despacha-te, depressa,
- não te demores,
- pois hoje não fumei nada de bom.
- Juro que este tabaco
- é perfeito Trinidado
- pela própria Missa, nunca houve
- melhor estímulo que este aqui
- pela cruz, para o sangue
- é muito, muito bom.
- Enche o cachimbo uma vez mais, o meu cérebro dança,
- já estou tonto e zonzo,
- A minha cabeça e o meu cérebro, costas e rins,
- articulações e veias, de todas as dores
- o tabaco irá purificar e limpar.
- E aqueles que o condenam,
- ou mesmo que não o recomendam,
- nunca foram suficientemente inteligentes para aprender
- a distinguir bom tabaco
- Eles que vão depenar um corvo,
- sem saber, como eu,
- o doce sabor de Trinidado.
