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==General Information==
==General Information==
{{Title|''Mourn now, my soul''}}
{{Title|''Mourn now, my soul''}}
{{Composer|George Kirbye}}
{{Composer|George Kirbye}}


{{Voicing|5|SSATB}}<br>
{{Voicing|5|SSATB}}
{{Genre|Secular|Madrigals}}
{{Genre|Secular|Madrigals}}
{{Language|English}}
{{Language|English}}

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  • (Posted 2012-01-31)  CPDL #25506:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2012-01-31).   Score information: A4, 5 pages, 52 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Based on the 1891 edition by G. E. P. Arkwright, with one minor alteration to bass, to make bar 38 match the identical figure in bar 32.

General Information

Title: Mourn now, my soul
Composer: George Kirbye

Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SSATB
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1597 in The first set of English madrigalls to 4-6 voyces, no. 8
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Original text and translations

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Mourn now, my soul, with anguish of my pain:
Cross’d are my joys which hope did ever give;
Dry are mine eyes with shedding tears in vain;
Dead is my heart which never more can live;
Hard are my torments, living thus in grief;
Harder yet her heart that yieldeth no relief.