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}} | Blow, blow thou winter wind, | ||
Thou art not so unkind | |||
as man's ingratitude. | |||
Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky, | |||
Thou dost not bite so nigh | |||
as benefits forgot. | |||
Heigh ho, sing heigh ho, | |||
unto the greene holly, | |||
Most friendship is feigning; | |||
most loving, meere folly: | |||
Then heigh ho, the holly, | |||
This Life is most jolly. | |||
Thy tooth is not so keen, | |||
Because thou art not seen. | |||
Although thy breath be rude. | |||
Though thou the waters warp, | |||
Thy sting is not so sharp, | |||
As friends remembered not.}} | |||
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- Editor: Huub de Lange (submitted 2015-04-10). Score information: A4, 6 pages Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: Blow, blow thou winter wind
Composer: Huub de Lange
Lyricist: William Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act II Scene 7
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
Published: 2015
Description: #3 from Four Shakespeare Songs
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Original text and translations
English text
Blow, blow thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
as man's ingratitude.
Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky,
Thou dost not bite so nigh
as benefits forgot.
Heigh ho, sing heigh ho,
unto the greene holly,
Most friendship is feigning;
most loving, meere folly:
Then heigh ho, the holly,
This Life is most jolly.
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen.
Although thy breath be rude.
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp,
As friends remembered not.