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==Music files==
==Music files==
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:{{EdNotes|ABC file zipped.}}
:'''Edition notes:''' ABC file zipped.


==General Information==
==General Information==
'''Title:''' ''Bryd one brere <br>
'''Title:''' ''Bryd one brere<br>
{{Composer|Anonymous}}
{{Composer|Anonymous}}
{{Lyricist|}}


{{Voicing|1|T}}<br>
{{Voicing|1|T}}
{{Genre|Secular|Madrigals}}
{{Genre|Secular|Madrigals}}
{{Language|Middle English}}
{{Language|Middle English}}
'''Instruments:''' {{acap}}<br>
{{Instruments|A cappella}}
'''Published:'''  c. 1300
{{Pub|1|c. 1300}}
 
{{Descr|The First English Love Song. Once upon a time, a bored English cleric flipped over a papal bull which was already a hundred years old and began to write down a song. That song today is recognized as being the oldest extant English love song. ''Bryd one Brere'' is an honest confession of undying love (from the poet to a bird in a tree), devotion, and :praise of a lady. It eloquently conveys the very heart of amor courtoise. Its soaring melody is one of the most beautiful melodies ever written, yet it conveys some element of bittersweetness.}}
'''Description:'''  The First English Love Song.
{{#ExtWeb:
 
:Once upon a time, a bored English cleric flipped over a papal bull which was already a hundred years old and
:began to write down a song. That song today is recognized as being the oldest extant English love song.
:Bryd one Brere is an honest confession of undying love (from the poet to a bird in a tree), devotion, and
:praise of a lady. It eloquently conveys the very heart of amor courtoise. Its soaring melody is one of the
:most beautiful melodies ever written, yet it conveys some element of bittersweetness.
 
'''External websites:'''
*[http://home.uchicago.edu/~atterlep/Music/Songs/brydonebrere.htm Article on a University of Chicago Personal Web Page]
*[http://home.uchicago.edu/~atterlep/Music/Songs/brydonebrere.htm Article on a University of Chicago Personal Web Page]
*[http://home.uchicago.edu/~atterlep/index.htm Constance Fairfax's Commonplace Book - Medieval Resources]
*[http://home.uchicago.edu/~atterlep/index.htm Constance Fairfax's Commonplace Book - Medieval Resources]
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*[http://home.uchicago.edu/~atterlep/Music/14cmusandpoet.htm About 14th century music and poetry]
*[http://home.uchicago.edu/~atterlep/Music/14cmusandpoet.htm About 14th century music and poetry]
*[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Medieval_composers About 14th century composers]
*[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Medieval_composers About 14th century composers]
*[http://www.concertina.net/tunes_convert.html Play an ABC source file here]
*[http://www.concertina.net/tunes_convert.html Play an ABC source file here]}}
 
==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
{{Text|English}}
{{Text|English|
<poem>
Bird on a briar, bird on a briar, mankind has come of love, love to crave.
Bird on a briar, bird on a briar, mankind has come of love, love to crave.
Blissful bird, on me have pity, or build, love, build me my grave.
Blissful bird, rue thou on me, or ready, love, ready thou me my grave.
I am so blithe, so blithe, bird on a briar, When I see that maid in the hall.
I am so blithe, so blithe, bird on a briar, When I see that maid in the hall.
She is white of limb, lovely, :true, She is fair and the flower of all.
She is white of limb, lovely, :true, She is fair and the flower of all.
Might her I have at my will, steadfast of love, lovely, and true,
Might her I have at my will, steadfast of love, lovely, and true,
Of my sorrow she might me save, Joy and bliss were ever new to me.
Of my sorrow she might me save, Joy and bliss were ever new to me.}}
</poem>


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[[Category:Medieval music]]

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Editor: Kitty Briton (submitted 2007-09-28).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 82 kB   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: Bryd one brere
Composer: Anonymous
Lyricist:

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: T
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Middle English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: c. 1300
Description: The First English Love Song. Once upon a time, a bored English cleric flipped over a papal bull which was already a hundred years old and began to write down a song. That song today is recognized as being the oldest extant English love song. Bryd one Brere is an honest confession of undying love (from the poet to a bird in a tree), devotion, and :praise of a lady. It eloquently conveys the very heart of amor courtoise. Its soaring melody is one of the most beautiful melodies ever written, yet it conveys some element of bittersweetness.

External websites:

Original text and translations

English.png English text

Bird on a briar, bird on a briar, mankind has come of love, love to crave.
Blissful bird, rue thou on me, or ready, love, ready thou me my grave.
I am so blithe, so blithe, bird on a briar, When I see that maid in the hall.
She is white of limb, lovely, :true, She is fair and the flower of all.
Might her I have at my will, steadfast of love, lovely, and true,
Of my sorrow she might me save, Joy and bliss were ever new to me.