So now is come our joyful feast (Tim Blickhan)

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(Posted 2015-12-16) CPDL #37895:

Editor: Tim Blickhan (submitted 2015-12-16). Score information: Letter, 4 pages, 53 kB Copyright: Personal

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Title: So Now Is Come Our Joyful Feast
Composer: Tim Blickhan
Lyricist: George Wither

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

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 2015
Description: Composed for the DeKalb High School Madrigal Singers, DeKalb, Illinois, Travis Erikson, director

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Original text and translations

English text

So, now is come our joyfulst feast;
Let every one be jolly;
Each room with ivy leaves is drest,
And every post with holly.
Though some churls at our mirth repine,
Round your foreheads garlands twine;
Drown sorrow in a cup of wine,
And let us all be merry!

Now, all our neighbours' chimneys smoke,
And Christmas blocks are burning;
Their ovens they with meats are choked,
And all their spits are turning.
Without the door let sorrow lie
And if for cold it hap to die,
We'll bury it in a Christmas pie,
And evermore be merry!

Now every lad is wondrous trim,
And no man minds his labor;
Our lasses have provided them
A bag-pipe and a tabor.
Young men and maids, and girls and boys,
Give life to one another's joys;
And you anon shall by their noise
Perceive that they are merry!

Hark! how the wags abroad do call
Each other forth to rambling:
Anon you'll see them in the hall
For nuts and apples scrambling;
Hark how the roofs with laughter sound,
Anon they'll think the house goes round;
For they the cellars depth have found,
And there they will be merry!

Then wherefore in these merry days
Should we, I pray, be duller?
No, let us sing some roundelays,
To make our mirth the fuller.
And, whilst thus inspired we sing,
Let all the streets with echoes ring,
Woods and hills, and everything,
Bear witness we are merry.