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==Music files==
==Music files==
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*{{CPDLno|18308}} [{{filepath:HarkeHarke.pdf}} {{pdf}}] [{{filepath:HarkeHarke.mid}} {{mid}}] [{{filepath:HarkeHarke.ly}} LilyPond]
{{Editor|Andreas Stenberg|2008-11-18}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|5|245}}{{Copy|CPDL}}
{{Editor|Andreas Stenberg|2008-11-18}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|5|245}}{{Copy|CPDL}}
:'''Edition notes:''' A quasi diplomatic edition with original baring from first part and lute part orig mensural signs etc. Lute tabulature included
:'''Edition notes:''' A quasi diplomatic edition with original baring from first part and lute part orig mensural signs etc. Lute tabulature included


==General Information==
==General Information==
'''Title:''' ''Harke, harke wot yee wat''<br>
{{Title|''Harke, harke wot yee wat''}}
{{Composer|Robert Jones}}
{{Composer|Robert Jones}}


{{Voicing|3|SAB}}<br>
{{Voicing|3|SAB}}<br>
'''Genre:''' [[:Category:Secular music|Secular]], [[:Category:Lute songs|Lute song]]<br>
{{Genre|Secular|Lute songs}}
{{Language|English}}
{{Language|English}}
'''Instruments:''' three part singing with Lute<br>
{{Instruments| three part singing with Lute}}
'''Published:''' 1609
{{Pub|1|1609|in ''{{NoCo|A Musicall Dreame}}''|no=5}}


'''Description:''' Lute song from A Musicall Dreame or the fourt booke of Ayres
'''Description:''' Lute song from A Musicall Dreame or the fourt booke of Ayres


'''External websites:'''  
'''External websites:'''


==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
{{Text|English}}
{{Text|English|
<poem>
Harke, harke wot you what, nay faith and shall I tell
Harke, harke wot you what, nay faith and shall I tell
I am afraide to die a maid and so lead apes in hell.
I am afraide to die a maid and so lead apes in hell.
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O it makes me sigh, yet hope doth still me good,
O it makes me sigh, yet hope doth still me good,
For if I can but get a man, with him
For if I can but get a man, with him
I spend my blood.
I spend my blood.}}
</poem>


[[Category:Sheet music]]
[[Category:Sheet music]]
[[Category:Secular music]]
[[Category:Lute songs]]
[[Category:Renaissance music]]
[[Category:Renaissance music]]

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  • (Posted 2008-11-18)  CPDL #18308:       
Editor: Andreas Stenberg (submitted 2008-11-18).   Score information: A4, 5 pages, 245 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: A quasi diplomatic edition with original baring from first part and lute part orig mensural signs etc. Lute tabulature included

General Information

Title: Harke, harke wot yee wat
Composer: Robert Jones

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: SAB

Genre: SecularLute song

Language: English
Instruments: three part singing with Lute

First published: 1609 in A Musicall Dreame, no. 5

Description: Lute song from A Musicall Dreame or the fourt booke of Ayres

External websites:

Original text and translations

English.png English text

Harke, harke wot you what, nay faith and shall I tell
I am afraide to die a maid and so lead apes in hell.
Oh it makes me sigh and sob with inward griefe,
but if I can but get a man, heele yeeld me some reliefe.

O it is strange how nature works with me,
My body is spent and I lament my own great folly,
O it makes me sigh and powre forth flouds of teares,
Alas poore else none but thy selfe would live,
having such cares

O now I see that fortune frownes on me
By this good light I have beene ripe,
O it makes me sigh and sure it will me kill,
When I should sleepe I lie and weepe,
feeding on sorowes still.

I must confesse as maides have vertu store,
Live honest still against our wils,
more fooles weare therfore:
O it makes me sigh, yet hope doth still me good,
For if I can but get a man, with him
I spend my blood.