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:{{CPDLno|73011}} '''Original pitch, note values, partial staff signatures and spelling retained: '''[[Media:Cornysh-Woefully.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:Cornysh-Woefully.mid|{{mid}}]]
:{{CPDLno|73011}} Original pitch, note values, partial staff signatures and spelling retained: [[Media:Cornysh-Woefully.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:Cornysh-Woefully.mid|{{mid}}]]
:{{CPDLno|73010}} '''Performing edition with note values halved and staff signatures and spelling modernised: '''[[Media:Cornysh-Woefully(halved).pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:Cornysh-Woefully.mid|{{mid}}]]
:{{CPDLno|73010}} Performing edition with note values halved and staff signatures and spelling modernised: [[Media:Cornysh-Woefully(halved).pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:Cornysh-Woefully.mid|{{mid}}]]
{{Editor|Jason Smart|2023-03-11}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|13|534}}{{Copy|Creative Commons Attribution Non-Commercial No Derivatives}}
{{Editor|Jason Smart|2023-03-11}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|13|534}}{{Copy|Creative Commons Attribution Non-Commercial No Derivatives}}
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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
{{Text|English|put text here}}
{{Text|English|
Woefully arrayed,
My blood, man, for thee ran,
it may not be nayed;
My body, blo and wan;
Woefully arrayed;
 
Sith I for thy soul sake was slain
Beguiled and betrayed by Judas' false treason,
Unkindly entreated,
With sharp cord sore fretted,
The Jews me threated:
 
They mowed, they grinned, they scorned me,
Condemp to death, as thou may'st see;
Woefully arrayed.
 
Thus naked am I nailed, O man, for thy sake;
I love thee; then love me; why sleepest thou?
Awake, awake!
 
With pains my veins constrained to crake;
Whereas never man Was like a lamb offered in sacrifice;
Woefully arrayed.
 
So pained, so strained, so rueful, so red;
Unfeigned, not deigned, my blood for to shed:
My feet and handes sore
The sturdy nailes bore;
What might I suffer more, O man?
Come when thou list, welcome to me!
Woefully arrayed.}}


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  • (Posted 2023-03-11) 
CPDL #73011:  Original pitch, note values, partial staff signatures and spelling retained:    
CPDL #73010:  Performing edition with note values halved and staff signatures and spelling modernised:    
Editor: Jason Smart (submitted 2023-03-11).   Score information: A4, 13 pages, 534 kB   Copyright: CC BY NC ND
Edition notes: Edited from the 'Fayrfax Book'.

General Information

Title: Woefully arrayed
Composer: William Cornysh
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

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Original text and translations

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Woefully arrayed,
My blood, man, for thee ran,
it may not be nayed;
My body, blo and wan;
Woefully arrayed;

Sith I for thy soul sake was slain
Beguiled and betrayed by Judas' false treason,
Unkindly entreated,
With sharp cord sore fretted,
The Jews me threated:

They mowed, they grinned, they scorned me,
Condemp to death, as thou may'st see;
Woefully arrayed.

Thus naked am I nailed, O man, for thy sake;
I love thee; then love me; why sleepest thou?
Awake, awake!

With pains my veins constrained to crake;
Whereas never man Was like a lamb offered in sacrifice;
Woefully arrayed.

So pained, so strained, so rueful, so red;
Unfeigned, not deigned, my blood for to shed:
My feet and handes sore
The sturdy nailes bore;
What might I suffer more, O man?
Come when thou list, welcome to me!
Woefully arrayed.