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2. Ricercar I. The maidens came
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Для сопрано, тенора, женского хора и малого инструментального ансамбля
1. A lyke-wake dirge. Versus I. Prelude: This ae nighte 2. Ricercar I. The maidens came 3. A lyke-wake dirge. Versus II. First interlude: If ever thou gav`st hos`n and shoon 4. Ricercar II. Sacred History: To-morrow shall be my dancing day 5. A lyke-wake dirge. Versus III. Second interlude: From Whinnymuir when thou may`st pass 6. Westron Wind 7. A lyke-wake dirge. Versus IV. Postlude: If ever thou gav`st meat or drink Х Свернуть 
Эдриен Альберт - меццо-сопрано, Александр Янг - тенор. Gregg Smith Singers. Columbia Symphony. Запись - 27 ноября 1965 и 10 февраля 1966 г., Голливуд.
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THIS ae nighte, this ae nighte,
—Refrain: Every nighte and alle,
Fire and fleet and candle-lighte,
—Refrain: And Christe receive thy saule.
When thou from hence away art past
To Whinny-muir thou com`st at last
If ever thou gavest hosen and shoon,
Sit thee down and put them on;
If hosen and shoon thou ne`er gav`st nane
The whinnes sall prick thee to the bare bane.
From Whinny-muir when thou may`st pass,
To Brig o` Dread thou com`st at last;
From Brig o` Dread when thou may`st pass,
To Purgatory fire thou com`st at last;
If ever thou gavest meat or drink,
The fire sall never make thee shrink;
If meat or drink thou ne`er gav`st nane,
The fire will burn thee to the bare bane;
This ae nighte, this ae nighte,
—Every nighte and alle,
Fire and sleet and candle-lighte,
—And Christe receive thy saule.
The maidens came when I was in my mother`s bow`r;
I had all that I would.
The bailey beareth the bell away;
The lily, the rose, the rose I lay.
The silver is white, red is the gold;
The robes they lay in fold.
The bailey beareth the bell away;
The lily, the rose, the rose I lay.
And through the glass window shines the sun.
How should I love, and I so young?
The bailey beareth the bell away;
The lily, the rose, the rose I lay.
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For to report it were now tedius:
We will therfor now sing no more
Of the games joyus.
Right mighty and famus
Elizabeth, our quen princis,
Prepotent and eke victorius,
Vertuos and bening,
Lett us pray all
To Christ Eternall,
Which is the hevenly King,
After ther liff grant them
A place eternally to sing. Amen.
Tomorrow shall be my dancing day,
I would my true love did so chance
to see the legend of my play.
Ritornello
To call my true love to my dance,
Cantus Cancrizans
Sing, oh, my love, my love, my love,
This have I done for my true love.
Then was I born of a Virgin pure,
of her I took fleshly substance;
Thus was I knit to man`s nature,
Ritornello
To call my true love to my dance,
Cantus Cancrizans
Sing, oh, my love, my love, my love,
This have I done for my true love.
Canon
In a manger laid and wrapp`d I was,
So very poor, this was my chance,
Betwixt an ox and a silly poor ass,
Ritornello
To call my true love to my dance.
Canon
Then afterwards baptiz`d I was,
The Holy Ghost on me did glance,
My father`s voice heard from above,
Ritornello
To call my true love to my dance.
Canon
Into the desert I was led,
Where I fasted without substance;
The Devil bade me make stones my bread,
Ritornello
To have me break my true love`s dance.
Canon
The Jews on me they made great suit,
And with me made great variance;
Because they lov`d darkness rather than light,
Ritornello
To call my true love to my dance.
Canon
For thirty pence Judas me sold,
His covetousness for to advance;
Mark whom I kiss, the same do hold,
Ritornello
The same is he shall lead the dance.
Canon
Before Pilate the Jews me brought,
Where Barabbas had deliverance,
They scourg`d me and set me at nought,
Ritornello
Judg`d me to die to lead the dance.
Canon
Then on the cross hang`d I was,
Where a spear to my heart did glance,
There issu`d forth both water and blood,
Ritornello
To call my true love to my dance.
Canon
Then down to Hell I took my way
For my true love`s deliverance,
And rose again on the third day
Ritornello
Up to my true love and the dance.
Canon
Then up to Heaven I did ascend,
Where now I dwell in sure substance,
On the right hand of God,
that man
Ritornello
May come unto the gen`ral dance.
Westron wind, when wilt thou blow
[That] small rain down can rain.
Christ, [that] my love were in my arms,
And I in my bed again.