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  • CPDL #16201:    Icon_snd.gif Nwc.png (NoteWorthy Composer)
Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2008-02-19).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 14 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Mistress mine, well may you fare
Composer: Thomas Morley

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: T

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Lute

Published: 1600

Description: #8 from Morley's First Book of Ayres.

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Original text and translations

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Mistress mine well may you fare
Kind be your thoughts and void of care
Sweet Saint Venus be your speed
That you may in Love proceed.
Coll me and clip and kiss me too
So, so, so, so, so,so true love should do.

This fair morning sunny bright
That gives life to Love’s delight
Every heart with heaten flames
And but cold affection blames.
Coll me…

In these woods are none but birds
They can speak but silent words
They are pretty harmless things
They will shade us with their wings.
Coll me…

Never strive nor make no noise
‘Tis for foolish girls and boys,
Every childish thing can say,
Go to, how now, pray away.
Coll me…