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==General Information==
==General Information==
<b>Title:</b> <i>Farewell, dear love</i><br>
<b>Title:</b> <i>Farewell, dear love (Farewell deere loue)</i><br>
<b>Composer:</b> [[Robert Jones]]<br>
<b>Composer:</b> [[Robert Jones]]<br>


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<b>Language:</b> English<br>
<b>Language:</b> English<br>
<b>Instruments: </b>Lute or a cappella<br>
<b>Instruments: </b>Lute or a cappella<br>
<b>Published: </b><i>The First Booke of Songes or Ayres of foure parts with Tableture for the Lute</i> (1600)<br>
<b>Published: </b>No 12 in <i>The First Booke of Songes or Ayres of foure parts with Tableture for the Lute</i> (1600)<br>
<b>Description:</b> No. 12, <i>Farewell deere loue</i><br>
<b>Description:</b> 5 verses.<br>
<b>External websites: </b>
<b>External websites: </b>



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Editor: Brian Russell (added 2005-08-30).   Score information: Letter   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: Farewell, dear love (Farewell deere loue)
Composer: Robert Jones

Number of voices: 4vv  Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: Lute or a cappella
Published: No 12 in The First Booke of Songes or Ayres of foure parts with Tableture for the Lute (1600)
Description: 5 verses.
External websites:

Original text and translations

English.png English text Farewell, dear love, since thou wilt needs be gone;
Mine eyes do show my life is almost gone.
Nay! I will never die so long as I can spy.
There be many more Though that she do go,
There be many more I fear not,
Why, then, let her go: I care not!

Farewell, farewell! since this I find is true;
I will not spend more time in wooing you,
But I will seek elsewhere If I may find her there.
Shall I bid her go? What and if I do?
Shall I bid her go, and spare not?
O, no, no, no, no, no, I dare not.