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Tutto lo di me dici: canta, canta.
Non vedi ca non posso refiatare.
A che tanto cantare?
Voria che mi dicessi, sona
Non le capanan' a nona, ma so cimbalo tuo;
O se campo riro rorirogne.
s'io t'haggio sott' a st'ogne.
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O occhi, manza mia cigli dorati!
O faccia d'una luna stralucenti.
Tienemi mente, gioia mia bella,
guardam'un poc'a me, fa mi contiento.
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Un jour vis un foulon qui foulait,
Et en foulant mon front regardait.
Je lui di: "Gentil foulon, qui foule
Ne regarde plus mon front, mais foule."
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Mon coeur se recommande a vous,
Tout plein d'ennui et des matyre;
Au moins en depit des jaloux.
Faites qu'adieu cous puisse dire.
Ma bouche qui savait sourire
Et conter propos gracieux
Ne fait maintenant qui maudire
Ceux qui m'ont banni de vos yeux.
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Come again! Sweet love doth now invite / The graces that refrain To do me due delight;
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die / With thee again in sweetest sympathy.
Come again! That I may cease to mourn / Through thy unkind disdain; For now, left and forlorn,
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die / In deadly pain and endless misery.
All the day the sun that lends me shine / By frowns does cause me pine, And feeds me with delay.
Her smiles, my springs, that make my joy to grow / Her frowns the winters of my woe.
Gentle Love, Draw forth they wounding dart. / Thou canst not pierce her heart, For I that do approve,
By sighs and tears more hot that are thy shafts / Did tempt while she for triumph laughs.
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Greensleeves
01:30
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O My Heart
00:50
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O my heart, and o my heart, My heart it is full sore;
Since I must needs from my love depart And know no cause wherefore.
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Farewell, Dear Love
02:23
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Farewell, dear love, since thou wilt needs be done, / Mine eyes do show my life is almost done.
Nay, I will never die, So long as I can spy. / There be many mo' Though that she do go,
There be many mo' I fear not, Why then let her go, I care not.
Farewell, farewell, since this I find is true, / I will not spend more time in wooing you.
But I will seek elsewhere, If I may find her there. / Shall I bid her go? What and if I do?
Shall I bid her go and spare not? O no, no, no, no, I dare not.
Once more farewell, I see loth to depart / Bids oft adieu to her that holds my heart.
But seeing I must lose Thy love which I did choose. / Go thy ways for me, Since it may not be,
Go thy ways for me, but whither? Go, oh but where I may come thither.
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He that will an ale-house keep Must have three things in store:
A chamber and a feather bed, a chimney and a ... Hey nonny nonny, Hey nonny no.
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I Faint! I Die!
01:03
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I faint! I die! And so do I! The world then must know you both lie, together, together, o fie!
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Come, Let's Be Merry
01:57
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Come, let's be merry, let's be airy. 'Tis a folly to be sad;
For since the world's gone mad, Why alone should we be wise.
And like dull fools gaze on other man's joys?
Let not to-morrow bring sorrow While the stream of life flows on;
But when the cheerful day is gone, Still endeavour that the next
Shall be as gay and as little perplexed.
If you have leisure, follow pleasure, Let not an hour of joy pass by;
For, as the fleeting moment fly, Time it will your youth decay;
Then try to live and enjoy while you may.
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Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen,
Here's to the widow of fifty;
Here's to the flaunting extravagant queen,
And here's to the housewife that's thrifty.
Let the toast pass, drink to the lass,
I warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.
Here's to the charmer whose dimples we prize.
Now to the maid who has none, sir;
Here's to the girl with a pair of blue eyes,
And here's to the nymph with but one, sir.
Let the toast pass, drink to the lass,
I warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.
Here's to the maid with a bosom of snow,
Now to her that's as brown as a berry;
Here's to the wife with a face full of woe!
And here's to the damsel that's merry.
Let the toast pass, drink to the lass,
I warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.
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La, la, la, je ne l'ose dire. Je le vous diray.
Il est un homme en no ville
Qui de sa femme est jaloux,
Il n'est pas jaloux san cause,
Mail il est pas beau du tout.
La, la, la, je ne l'ose dire. Je le vous diray.
Il n'est pas jaloux san cause,
Mail il est pas beau du tout.
Il l'appreste et s'il la maine au marche,
s'en va a tout.
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Tant que vivray en aage florissant,
Je sevivray d'amours le roy puissant,
En fais, en ditz, en chansons et accordz.
Par plusieurs jours m'a tenu languissant,
Et puis apres m'a faict rejouyssant,
Car j'ay l'amour de la belle au gent corps.
Son alliance, C'est ma fiance,
Son ceour est mein, Le mein est sien,
Fy de tristesse, Vive liesse,
Puisqu'en amours a tant de bien.
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Ich brinn und bin entzündt gen dir,
doch nicht aus Lieb, magst glauben mir.
Weil du bist aller Falschheit voll,
nicht wert dass ich dich lieben soll.
Dein falsch bös', ungetreues Harz
hat mir verjagt all' Liebes schertz.
Brinn drum nicht mehr aus Lieben dir,
sondern aus Zoren für und für.
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O sing und springt wer singen kan
Mich kompt das tanzen so sehr an
Mit der herz lebsten mein
Doch sol es gänzlichseyn.
So mach ich umb den krantz,
Dir schönes lieb, ein schönen tanz.
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Re Sol singt all und tantz darnach
mit vollen sprung als in der wag
Wernicht ein tänzelein tut mir der liebsten fein
der troll sich bald von heir.
Du aber Music halt bey mir.
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Vita de la mia vita,
Tu mi somigli pallidetta oliva,
o rosa scolorita.
Nè di beltà sei priva,
ma in ogni aspetto
tu mi sei gradita
o lusinghiera o schiva,
e se mi segui o fuggi,
soavemente,
mi consumi e struggi.
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So ben mi ch'ha bon tempo,
Also, ma basta mo.
So ben ch'è favorito,
Ahimè, no'l posso dir.
Oh! s'io potessi almeno!
Chi va, chi sta, chi vien.
Fa, la, la.
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Pues Que Jamas
02:54
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Pues que jamais olvidaros / No puede mi corazón,
Si me falta galardón
¡Ay, que mal hice en miraros!
Será tal vista cobrar
Gran dolor y gran tristura.
Será tal vista penar,
Si me fallece ventura.
Mas si vos, por bien amaros,
Quereis darme galadrón,
No dirá mi corazón
¡Ay, que mal hice en miraros!
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El Grillo (The Cricket)
01:04
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El grillo Buon cantore
che tiene long verso.
Dalle beve grillo canta.
El grillo buon cantore.
Mo non faso me gl'altri uccelli
come li han catato un poco.
Van' de fatto in altro loco
sempre li han cantato un poco.
Quando la maggior el caldo,
alhor canta sol per amore.
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Adieu, Dundee
01:14
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Adieu, Dundee! from Mary parted, Here nae mair my lot may lie;
Wha can bear when broken hearted Scenes that speak o' joys gane bye,
A' things ance were sweet and smiling, In the light o' Mary's e'e,
Fairest seemings maist beguiling, Love, adieu! Adieu, Dundee.
But like yon water saftly gliding, When the winds are laid to sleep;
Such my life when I confiding Gave to her my heart to keep.
Like yon water wildly rushing , When the north wind stirs the sea;
Such the change my heart now crushing, Love, adieu! Adieu, Dundee.
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Cauld blows the wind frae north to south, The drift is drivin' sairly;
The sheep are cow'ring in the heuch, O, sirs, 'tis winter fairly,
Then up in the morning's na for me, Up in the morning early,
I'd rather go supperless to my bed Than rise in the morning early.
A cosie house and canty wife, Aye keep a body cheerly;
And pantries stow'd wi' meat and drink, They answer unco' rarely,
But up in the moning, na, na, na, Up in the morning early,
The gowans maun glent on bank and brae When I rise in the morning early.
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Depairte, Depairte
02:34
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Depairte, depairte, Alace I most depairte ? Frome hir that hes my hairt With hairt full soir,
Again's my will in deid And can find no remeid, / I wait the pan's of deid Can do no moir.
I go, allace, From sicht of hir sueit face, / The grund of all my grace And soverane.
What chanss that may fall me, Sall I nev'r mirry be / Unto the tyme I se My sueit agane.
Adew, sueit thing, My joy and comforting, / My mirth and sollesing Of erdly gloir,
Fair weill my lady bricht And my remembrance rycht, / Fair weill and haif gud nycht, I say no moir.
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Goodnight and joy be wi' ye a', Your harmless mirth has cheer'd my heart;
May life's fel;ll blasts out o'er ye blaw! In sorrow may ye never part.
My spirit lives, but strength is gone, The mountain fires now blaze in vain;
Remember, sons, the deeds I've done, And in your deeds I'll live again.
When on you muir our gallant clan Frae boasting foes their banners tore,
Who show'd himsel' a better man, Or fiercer wav'd the red claymore?
But when in peace then mark me there, When thro' the glen the wand'rer came,
I gave him of our hardy fare, I gave him here a welcome hame.
The auld will speak, the young maun hear, be canty and be food and leal;
Your ain ills aye ha'e heart to bear, Anither, aye ha'e heart to feel.
So e'er I set, I'll see you shine, I'll see you triumph e'er I fa';
My panting breath shall boast you mine, Goodnight, and joy be wi' ye a'.
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The Renaissance Revelers Washington, D.C.
The Renaissance Revelers madrigal ensemble performs medieval and renaissance music in the greater Washington DC metro area. The ensemble has performed at the Maryland Renaissance Festival annually since 1987.
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