Amyntas with his Phyllis fair (Francis Pilkington)

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General Information

Title: Amyntas with his Phyllis fair
Composer: Francis Pilkington
Lyricist:

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

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

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Original text and translations

English.png English text

Amyntas with his Phyllis fair,
In height of summer's sun,
Graz'd arm in arm their snowy flock;
And scorching heat to shun,
Under a spreading elm sat down,
Where Love's delightments done,
'Down, dillie down,' thus did they sing,
'There is no life like ours,
No heav'n on earth to shepherd's cells,
No hell to princely bow'rs.'

German.png German translation

Amyntas und seine schöne Phyllis hüteten,
als die Sommersonne am höchsten stand,
Arm in Arm ihre schneeweiße Herde,
und um der brütenden Hitze zu entfliehen,
ließen sie sich unter einer Schatten spendenden Ulme nieder.
Dort, nachdem sie die Freuden der Liebe genossen,
„Tra-la-la“, sangen sie:
„Kein Leben könnte schöner sein als das unsrige,
der Himmel auf Erden ist in der Hütte des Schafhirten,
die Hölle in königlichen Gemächern.“