Of all the birds (John Bartlet)

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Editor: Brian Russell (added 2005-08-30).   Score information: Letter   Copyright: Personal
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Editor: Christoph König (added 2003-08-19).   Score information: A4, 2 pages   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: Scorch file also available, SATB, Tenor parts sound an octave lower than written.
Editor: Bernard Delhez (added 2003-07-09).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 72 kbytes   Copyright: CPDL
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Editor: Gordon J. Callon (added 2003-07-03).   Score information: Letter, 3 pages   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: EPS/Postscript format

General Information

Title: Of all the birds
Composer: John Bartlet

Number of voices: 4vv  Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: English
Instruments: Lute
Published: A Booke of Ayres, no. 10 (1606)

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Text and translations

Image:English.png English text

Of all the birds that I do know,
Philip my sparrow hath no peer.
For sit she high, or sit she low,
Be she far off, or be she near,
There is no bird so fair, so fine,
Nor yet so fresh as this of mine;
For when she once hath felt the fit,
Philip will cry still:
yet, yet, yet, yet, yet, yet, yet,
yet, yet, yet, yet, yet, yet, yet.
Come in a morning merrily
When Philip hath been lately fed;
Or in an evening soberly.
When Philip list to go to bed,
It is a heaven to hear my Phipp,
How she can chirp with merry lip,
She never wanders far abroad,
But is at home when I do call;
If I command she lays on low
With lips, with teeth, with tongue and all.
She chants, she chirps, she makes such cheer,
That I believe she hath no peer.
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