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<poem> | |||
Jockey, thine horn pipes dull | |||
give wind man at full, | |||
fie upon such a sad gul, | |||
like an hoody doody, | |||
all to moody | |||
toodle, toodle, pipe it up thicker, | |||
ile tread it the quicker: | |||
Darite growes so grave, | |||
I may not her have: | |||
In a round when I do crave, | |||
with hoop sir hoy day, | |||
O you hurt me toodle, toodle, | |||
pipe it up thicker, | |||
ile tread it the quicker: | |||
Then if the chance to glance in, | |||
Give us two roome to dance in | |||
like an hoody doody, | |||
all to moody | |||
toodle, toodle, pipe it up thicker, | |||
ile tread it the quicker: | |||
why then about it roundly, | |||
and I will foot it soundly, | |||
ile take my steps the shorter, | |||
as if I trampled morter. | |||
set me thy worke by, | |||
and come to me smurkly | |||
and I will foot it soundly, | |||
ile take my steps the shorter, | |||
as if I trampled morter. | |||
Though my green jerkin bare is | |||
Us two to all the parish | |||
and I will foot it soundly, | |||
ile take my steps the shorter, | |||
as if I trampled morter. | |||
</poem> | |||
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General Information
Title: Jockey thine horn pipes dull
Composer: Thomas Weelkes
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: STT
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: Ayres or Phantasticke Spirites for three voices (1608)
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Original text and translations
English text
Jockey, thine horn pipes dull
give wind man at full,
fie upon such a sad gul,
like an hoody doody,
all to moody
toodle, toodle, pipe it up thicker,
ile tread it the quicker:
Darite growes so grave,
I may not her have:
In a round when I do crave,
with hoop sir hoy day,
O you hurt me toodle, toodle,
pipe it up thicker,
ile tread it the quicker:
Then if the chance to glance in,
Give us two roome to dance in
like an hoody doody,
all to moody
toodle, toodle, pipe it up thicker,
ile tread it the quicker:
why then about it roundly,
and I will foot it soundly,
ile take my steps the shorter,
as if I trampled morter.
set me thy worke by,
and come to me smurkly
and I will foot it soundly,
ile take my steps the shorter,
as if I trampled morter.
Though my green jerkin bare is
Us two to all the parish
and I will foot it soundly,
ile take my steps the shorter,
as if I trampled morter.