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CPDL #26031:
- Editor: David Fraser (submitted 2012-04-26). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 62 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: SATB plus lute tablature (7-course)
CPDL #25952: Capella
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2012-04-13). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 29 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Reformatting of #15996, with minor corrections to underlay. (Files revised 27/04/12)
- Editor: Ulrich Alpers (submitted 2003-08-18). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 47 kB Copyright: Personal
- Editor: Laura Conrad (submitted 2001-09-11). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 143 kB Copyright: GnuGPL
- Edition notes: in partbook format.
General Information
Title: His golden locks time hath to silver turn'd
Composer: John Dowland
Lyricist: George Peele
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Lute
Published: The First Booke of Songs or Ayres (1597), no.18
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Original text and translations
English text
His golden locks Time hath to silver turned.
O Time too swift! Oh swiftness never ceasing!
His youth 'gainst Time and Age hath ever spurned,
But spurned in vain; youth waneth by increasing.
Beauty, strength, youth are flowers but fading seen;
Duty, faith, love are roots, and ever green.
His helmet now shall make a hive for bees,
And lovers' sonnets turn to holy psalms.
A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees,
And feed on prayers which are Age's alms.
But though from Court to cottage he depart,
His Saint is sure of his unspotted heart.
And when he saddest sits in homely cell,
He'll teach his swains this carol for a song:
Blest be the hearts that wish my Sov'reign well.
Curst be the soul that think her any wrong.
Goddess, allow this aged man his right
To be your bedesman now, that was your knight.