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- Editor: Eva Toller (submitted 2003-03-25). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 200 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: All files are available on http://www.evatoller.se/main_women_titles_L-R.html (Midi files available for each part.)
Arranger: Eva Toller
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General Information
Title: Phillis was a faire maide
Composer: Giles Earle
Number of voices: 5vv Voicing: SSAAA
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
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Original text and translations
English text
Phillis was a faire maide and she had suitors store;
though I a maide, as Phillis was, yet have I ne’er the more.
A sillie lass may sigh, alas! whose cause doth still abound.
I daily weep, and keep my sheep that feede upon the downe.
Phillis was a faire maide, belov’d of Corydon;
yet I a maide, as Phillis was, must ever pine alone.
No lover may, with garlands gay, my shining tresses crown.
I daily weep, and keep my sheep that feede upon the downe.
Phillis was a faire maide and Corydon was kind;
but I a maide, as Phillis was, may never suitor find.
The seasons pass and oh! alas, my sorrows yet abound.
I daily weep, and keep my sheep that feede upon the downe.