Ein meydlein zu dem brunnen gieng (Ludwig Senfl)

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  • (Posted 2020-03-16)  CPDL #57530:       
Editor: Allen Garvin (submitted 2020-03-16).   Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 64 kB   Copyright: CC BY NC
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  • (Posted 2017-07-11) CPDL #45410:         
Editor: Andreas Stenberg (submitted 2017-07-11).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 376 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Ein meydlein zu dem brunnen gieng
Composer: Ludwig Senfl

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

Language: German
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1534 in 121 neue Lieder (Hans Ott), no. 59
  2nd published: 1540 in Teutsche Liedlein (Georg Forster), Volume 2, no. 52
Description: A song about a girl going to the well.

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Original text and translations

German.png German text

Ein meydlein zu dem brunnen gieng/
 und das was seuberlichen/
 begegnet jm ein stoltzer knab/
 der grüsset sie hertzigklichen/
 sie setzt das krieglein neben sich/
 und fraget wer er were/
 er küsts an jren roten mund/
 jr seyt mir nit on mere/
 tret here, tret here, tret here, tret here, tret here.

Das meydlein tregt pantoffel an/
 darin thuts einher schnappen/
 wer jr nicht recht zu sprechen kan/
 dem schneyd sie bald ein kappen/
 kein tuch dar an wirt nit ge spart/
 kan einnem höfflich zwagen/
 spricht sie wöll nit mer unser sein/
 sie hab ein andern knaben/
 lat traben, lat traben, lat traben, lat traben, lat traben.

English.png English translation

A maiden went to the well/
 And what hapened is as follows/
 she met a proud boy/
 who greeted her from the heart/
 She puts her pail down beside her/
 And asked who he was/
 He kissed her red mouth/
 Don't you know me anymore/
 come here, come here, come here.

The maid put on her slipers/
 In this case,
 Who has any right to speak/
 but She soon hade a new dress made/
 And did not stint on the cloth/
 as you might have guessed/
 She doesn't want to be ours/
 She hass another boy/
 away with you, away, away with you.