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Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2008-05-06).   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Files listed alphabetically by nationality and composer.
Some composers have separate pages available from their country of origin page.
Editor: Daniel Harmer (submitted 2006-06-13).   Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 64 kbytes   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Come ye heauie states of night
Composer: John Dowland

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: English
Instruments: Lute

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Published: 1600

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

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Original text and translations

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Come yee heavy states of night,
Doe my fathers spirit right,
Soundings balefull let mee borrow,
Burthening my song with sorrow,
Come sorrow come hir eies that sings,
By thee are turned into springs.

Come you Virgins of the night,
That in Dirges sad delight,
Quier my Anthems, I doe borrow
Gold nor pearle, but sounds of sorrow:
Come sorrow come hir eies that sings,
By thee are turned into springs.