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- CPDL #24565:
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2011-09-23). Score information: A4, 9 pages, 80 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Transposed down a tone from the original key.
General Information
Title: Long have I made these hills and valleys weary
Composer: John Wilbye
Number of voices: 6vv Voicing: SSATTB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1598 in The Second Set of Madrigals for 3-6 voices, no. 34
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Original text and translations
English text
Long have I made these hills and valleys weary,
With noise of these my shrieks and cries that fill the air;
She only, who should make me merry,
Hears not my prayer:
That I, alas! misfortune’s son and heir,
Hope in none other hope but in despair.
O unkind and cruel! If thus my death may please thee,
Then die I will to ease thee:
Yet if I die, the world will thee control,
And write upon my tomb, O sweet departure,
Lo! here lies one, alas! poor soul,
A true love’s martyr.