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- CPDL #11107: NoteWorthy Composer
- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2006-02-27). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 15 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: My love hath vowed he will forsake me
Composer: Thomas Campion
Number of voices: 2vv Voicing: SA
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published:
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Original text and translations
English text
- My love hath vowed hee will forsake me
- And I am already sped.
- For other promise he did make me
- When he had my maidenhead.
- If such danger be in playing
- And sport must to earnest turn no more a-maying.
- Had I forseen what is ensued,
- And what now with pain I prove,
- Unhappy then I had eschewed,
- This unkind event of love,
- Maids foreknow their own undoing,
- But fear naught till all is done, alone is wooing
- Dissembling wretch to gain thy pleasure,
- What didst thou not vow and swear?
- So didst thou rob me of the treasure,
- Which so long I held so dear.
- Now thou prov’st to me a stranger,
- Such is the vile guise of men, woman in danger.
- That heart is nearest to misfortune,
- That will trust a feigned tongue,
- When flatt’ring men our loves importune,
- They intend us deepest wrong,
- If this shame of loves betraying,
- But this once I cleanly shun, no more amaying.