Jockey thine horn pipes dull (Thomas Weelkes)

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  • CPDL #25276:       
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2012-01-04).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 29 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Based on #614, transposed down a tone and set for SST; separate parts integrated, spelling modernised, and some alterations to the underlay.
  • CPDL #00614:  Network.png
Editor: Laura Conrad (submitted 1999-12-07).   Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 151 kB   Copyright: GnuGPL
Edition notes: in partbook format

General Information

Title: Jockey thine horn pipes dull
Composer: Thomas Weelkes

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: STT
or SST
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

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Original text and translations

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Jockey, thine horn pipes dull
give wind man at full,
fie upon such a sad gul,
like an hoody doody,
all too 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 too 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.