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General Information

Title: Au joli bois
Composer: Claudin de Sermisy

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

Language: French
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1529 in Trente et une chansons musicales a quatre parties (Pierre Attaingnant), no. 7
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Original text and translations

French.png French text

Au joly boys, en l'ombre d`ung soucy,
M'y fault aller pour passer ma tristesse,

Remply de dueil d'ung souvenir transy,
Menger m'y fault maintes poires d`angoisse,

En ung jardin remply de noires flours
De mes deux yeulx feray larmes et plours.

Fy de lyesse et hardiesse! Regret m'oppresse,
Puis que j'ay perdu mes amours.

Las! trop j`endure, Le temps m'y dure, Je vous asseure:
Soulas, vous n'avez plus de cours!

English.png English translation

I have to go to the pretty wood
and spend my grief in the shadow of worry
Filled with mourning for a penetrating memory
I must eat such bitter fruit
In a garden filled with black flowers
I shall weep and sob from my two eyes

So much for jollity and bold adventures, I am oppressed with regret
Because I have lost my love
Alas I endure too much, time hangs heavy on me, I tell you for sure:
Joy and solace are no more.