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- CPDL #21213:
Finale 2009
- Editor: Paul R. Marchesano (submitted 2010-03-13). Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 105 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
Possible error(s) identified. Error summary: m1 tenor 'E' on 'ma' should be an eighth note. See the discussion page for full description. Consistent with rhythmic pattern in other voices!
A new PDF has been uploaded.
- Possible error(s) identified. Error summary: m19 alto should not be sharped? See the discussion page for full description. No. The F# is correct. See discussion page.
General Information
Title: À ce matin
Composer: Orlando di Lasso
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Chanson
Language: French
Instruments: a cappella
Published:
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
French text
À ce matin ce seroit bonne estreine,
De desjeuner le bon jambon salé,
Et de bon vin la grand bouteille pleine
Car doucement est de moy avallé,
Avoir bon feu le pein blanc chappellé
Accompagné de la belle au cors gent,
Mais toutefois avoir beu et gallé :
Le principal c’est d’avoir de l’argent.
English translation
by Mick Swithinbank
This morning I would dearly love to dine
On salted ham, a dish on which I dote,
To wash it down, a flagon full of wine,
With greatest ease would slide through my dry throat,
Beside a hearty fire, and with good bread,
A lovely girl – the rest remains unsaid.
And so each appetite would then be sated.
But all in vain: to penury I’m fated.