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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: SecularMadrigal

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

{{Published}} is obsolete (code commented out), replaced with {{Pub}} for works and {{PubDatePlace}} for publications.

Description: No. 34 from The 2nd Set of Madrigals.

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Original text and translations

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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.