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Or suis je bien au pire de mes malheureulx jours: | Or suis je bien au pire de mes malheureulx jours: | ||
mon cas fort trop sempire et me vont a rebours. | mon cas fort trop sempire et me vont a rebours. | ||
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Sy nay de vous aultre secours, | Sy nay de vous aultre secours, | ||
force sera que me retire. | force sera que me retire. | ||
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''by {{User|Mick Swithinbank}} | ''by {{User|Mick Swithinbank}} | ||
Now I have plumbed the depths of my darkest days: | Now I have plumbed the depths of my darkest days: | ||
My woes press upon me; naught my suffering allays. | My woes press upon me; naught my suffering allays. | ||
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Pray succour love's flame | Pray succour love's flame | ||
Or see me go my ways. | Or see me go my ways. | ||
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- CPDL #20918:
Finale 2008 
- Editor: André Vierendeels (submitted 2010-01-29). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 97 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Or suis je bien
Composer: Jean Lecocq
Number of voices: 6vv Voicing: STTTBB
Genre: Secular, Chanson
Language: French
Instruments: A cappella
Published: 1550
Description:
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Original text and translations
French text
Or suis je bien au pire de mes malheureulx jours:
mon cas fort trop sempire et me vont a rebours.
Et tout cela me font amours
don jendure grief martire.
Sy nay de vous aultre secours,
force sera que me retire.
English translation
by Mick Swithinbank
Now I have plumbed the depths of my darkest days:
My woes press upon me; naught my suffering allays.
Love alone is to blame
And threatens my poor wits to craze.
Pray succour love's flame
Or see me go my ways.