It was a lover and his lass (Thomas Morley)
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- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2008-02-19). Copyright: CPDL
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- CPDL #611: PDF, MIDI and ABC files available.
- Editor: Laura Conrad (submitted 1999-12-07). Score information: Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: It was a lover and his lass
Composer: Thomas Morley
Lyricist: William Shakespeare
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB or Solo Tenor with lute
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella or lute accompaniment
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Original text and translations
English text
It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino
That o'er the green cornfields did pass.
In spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
Between the acres of the rye,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
These pretty country folks would lie,
In spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
This carol they began that hour,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
How that a life was but a flower
In spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
Then, pretty lovers, take the time
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
For love is crownéd with the prime
In spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
