Somewhat musing (Robert Fayrfax)

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  • (Posted 2020-04-09)  CPDL #57906:   
Editor: Humphrey Thompson (submitted 2020-04-09).   Score information: A3, 4 pages, 62 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Henry VIII Manuscript version for Tenor, Baritone, Bass. Generally less ornamentation and slightly different approach to underlay and accidentals. Edition prepared for the Fayrfax 2021 Quincentenary, generously supported by the Mercers' Company.
  • (Posted 2020-04-09)  CPDL #57905:   
Editor: Humphrey Thompson (submitted 2020-04-09).   Score information: A3, 4 pages, 62 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Fayrfax Manuscript edition for Alto, Tenor, Bass. Edition prepared for the Fayrfax 2021 Quincentenary, generously supported by the Mercers' Company.
  • (Posted 2014-09-02)  CPDL #32843:        (Sibelius 5)
Editor: Jonathan Goodliffe (submitted 2014-09-02).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 41 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Somewhat musing
Composer: Robert Fayrfax
Lyricist: Anthony Woodville

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: ATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: Middle English
Instruments: A cappella

    Manuscript 1500 in Fayrfax Manuscript, no. 24

Description: A three part song. According to Grove's dictionary there are two versions of it.

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Original text and translations

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Somewhat musing
And more mourning,
In remembering
Th’unsteadfastness;
This world being
Of such wheeling,
Me contrarying,
What may I guess?

I fear, doubtless,
Remediless
Is now to seize
My woeful chance;
For unkindness,
Withoutenless,
And no redress,
Me doth advance.

With displeasure,
To my grievance,
And no surance
Of remedy;
Lo, in this trance,
Now in substance,
Such is my dance,
Willing to die.

Methinks truly
Bounden am I,
And that greatly,
To be content;
Seeing plainly
Fortune doth wry
All contrary
From mine intent.

My life was lent
Me to one intent.
It is nigh spent.
Welcome Fortune!
But I ne went
Thus to be shent
But she it meant:
Such is her won.