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- Editor: David Fraser (submitted 2008-08-16). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 91 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: SATB plus lute tablature (6- or 7-course, tenor G tuning)
- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2008-05-07). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 20 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: NoteWorthy Composer file may be viewed and printed with NoteWorthy Composer Viewer.
General Information
Title: Me me and none but me
Composer: John Dowland
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Lute song
Language: English
Instruments: Lute
Published: The Third and Last Booke of Songs or Aires (1603), no. 5
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Original text and translations
English text
Me me and none but me,
dart home O gentle death
and quicklie, for
I draw too long this idle breath:
O howe I long till I
may fly to heaven above,
unto my faithfull and
beloved turtle dove.
Like to the silver Swanne,
before my death I sing:
And yet alive
my fatall knell I helpe to ring.
Still I desire from earth
and earthly joyes to flie,
He never happie liv’d,
that cannot love to die.