Blow thy horn hunter (William Cornysh)

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• (Posted 2023-07-20)  CPDL #74638:       

Editor: Jason Smart (submitted 2023-07-20).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 279 kB   Copyright: Public Domain

Edition notes: Edited from the 'Henry VII' MS. Original pitch, note values and spelling of text retained.

• (Posted 2017-11-26)  CPDL #47723:         

Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2017-11-26).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 49 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: Reformatting of #15080. Underlay rationalised and v. 8 added. Set for ATB.

• (Posted 2008-07-02)  CPDL #17422:  Part midis and mp3s available.

Editor: Monique Rio (submitted 2008-07-02).   Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 280 kB   Copyright: CC BY 4.0

Edition notes: Formerly Edited by Aaron Elkiss. Updated 2016-08-17.

• (Posted 2007-09-11)  CPDL #15080:         

Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2007-09-11).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 14 kB   Copyright: CPDL

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• (Posted 2003-12-04)  CPDL #06171:  PDF file available.

Editor: Ted Dean (submitted 2003-12-04).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 62 kB   Copyright: Personal

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General Information

Title: Blow thy horn, hunter
Composer: William Cornysh

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicings: STB or ATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

    Manuscript c.1515 in the Henry VIII manuscript, no. 35
Description: 

Original text and translations

English text

1  Blow thy horn, hunter,
And blow thy horn on high!
There is a doe in yonder wood,
In faith she will not die:

Now blow thy horn, hunter,
Now blow thy horn, jolly hunter!

2  Sore this deer stricken is,
And yet she bleeds no whit;
She lay so fair, I could not miss,
Lord, I was glad of it:
Now blow…

3  As I stood under a bank,
The deer shoff on the mead;
I struck her so that down she sank
But yet she was not dead.
Now blow…

4  There she go'th! See ye not,
How she go'th over the plain?
And if ye lust to gave a shot,
I warrant her barrain.
Now blow…

5  He to go and I to go,
But he ran fast afore;
I bade him shoot and strike the doe,
For I might shoot no more.
Now blow…

6  To the covert both they went,
For I found where she lay;
An arrow in her haunch she hent,
For faint she might not bray.
Now blow…

7  I was weary of the game,
I went to tavern to drink;
Now, the construction of the same--
What do you mean or think?
Now blow…

8  Here I leave and make an end
Now of this hunter's lore:
I think his bow is well unbent,
His bolt may flee no more.
Now blow…