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==Music files==
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  • (Posted 2015-11-14)  CPDL #37515:        (Finale 2014)
Editor: Willem Verkaik (submitted 2015-11-14).   Score information: Letter, 4 pages, 305 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Clear wells spring not
Composer: Thomas Weelkes
Lyricist:

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: SST

Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

Published: 1597

Description: Third and Last Part

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Original text and translations

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Clear wells spring not
Sweet birds sing not
Loud bells ring not cheerfully,
Herds stand weeping
Flocks all sleeping
Nymphs back creeping fearfully.
All our pleasures known to us, poor swains,
All our merry meetings on the plains,
All our evening sports from us are fled,
All our loves are lost, for love is dead.
Farewell, sweet lass!
the like ne'er was,
For a sweet content, the cause of all my woe;
Poor Coridon must live alone,
Other help for him I know, there's none.