A shepherd in a shade his plaining made (John Dowland)

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Title: A Sheperd in a shade his plaining made
Composer: John Dowland

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

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1600

Description: No. XVII from Second Book of Songs or Ayres (1600)

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Original text and translations

English text

A shepherd in a shade,

his plaining made,

of love and lovers wrong,

Unto the fairest lasse,

that trode on grasse,

and thus began his song.

Refrain

Restore, restore my hart againe,

Which love by thy sweet looks hath slaine,

Least that inforst by your distaine,

I sing, fie fie on love,

it is a foolish thing

Since love and fortune will,

I honour still,

your faire and lovely eye,

What conquest will it be,

Sweet nymph, for thee,

If I for sorrow dye.

Refrain

Restore, restore my hart againe,

Which love by thy sweet looks hath slaine,

Least that inforst by your distaine,

I sing, fie fie on love,

it is a foolish thing

My hart where have you laid

O cruell maide,

To kill when you might save,

Why have yee cast it forth

as nothing worth,

Without a tombe or grave.

Refrain

O let it bee intombed and lye,

In your sweet minde and memorie,

Least I resound on every warbling string,

Fye fye on love

that is a foolish thing.