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   Voicings: 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

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.