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my soul's deep. − wounds − − re − cure,. 2. 4. Voice. Lute. Re − deem it from the ... ding heart. − can. − raise, and in joy's. − bo. − som stray. Sun and − moon, stars .... Thomas Campion. 2. 4. The main of life up − right,. Whose cheer − ful mind is.
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Author of light Thomas Campion 4 2

Voice



Au Foun

4 ab 2c a

Lute

a b

d a c d d b d b c c d c a

c d c a



deem show’rs

c d d a

re − vive, my soul’s

light health

a c e

c d

Re Sweet

Lord, One

thor of tain of



cd ca

it from of pi

ca b

the

− ty

da c

snares rain,

a c d d b bb a ab d b a cda d

light drop

me of

to thy

a c e

c a b

d a c

thy bless de − sir

− −

− dy − − ing sprite, − wounds − − re − cure,

my deep

ab cd

ab d

of wash

all my

bb bb a cd ac ab da

ed ed

c a a a d c d

a

− con − found − ding night. − un − clean − ness pure.

aa cc

aa ab bc c

way. grace.

ce e c

a a c

d

For the

cd c

ac b c a

blind, faint,

e aa b c a

for the

df f d

blind faint

d d a

with world and fa

a b c

stray. place.

a a b c

− −

a a c

Sun Sin

aa a bc b d

e

and and

− −

a b a

− rious beams − will guard,

c d d a

− de − can

ly vain ding heart

acd aa df a b f ec b c

moon, stars death, hell

c d c a

are and

aa b

mists their

− −

sires, raise,

ac c

cd ca

and and

a c b c d b e e c

wan in

ab d

dark pains

c d d a

and

joy’s

a a c c a

being grief

c ab a e ca d c

Book: ’First Book of Ayres’(c. 1613) Transcription: abc transcription Taco Walstra ([email protected])

see, rage,

− −

com in

ab c a

− par’d time

− −

as bo

a som

ce f c e e e c c

their glo − his own

but all but God

ab c a

d c

− ness

− der

ea c

− un − der − lights I − tempt − ing fiends may

dd a

and sharp

I and

a b d a

bb cd

to as

aa aa bc c c b

thee.

− suage.

ac c a

Come cheerful day Thomas Campion 4 2

Voice

Come but

cheer O

4 ac 2 c a

Lute

part of or − dain’d

a c d a

a a c c

view’st me with thy days de − priv’d of

a c d a

aa b c

my for



life bar

to

ding in

c c c d d cf c e d e e a c e

For how

c c e e

light. you.

Part When

ac c

c c

− −

c a a b

of hea

− ful ye

a a a c c a d d c c

d c cd d a e c a

me. rest.

c

aa bc

come cheer but O

a

ac c

− ren

cd a

c d e

fa life

day, nights,

ye

a c c

day nights

a c d

− ful

while thou are my

a a c c

my

life

doth my

− vy sleep

aa a ac a bc c b c c a

ac c

still de − part soul hat dis

d d a

a a b c

a c c

Time’s Part

d d f f d

fa of

d d f f d

so so

c d a

with thee,

and by

− pos − sess’d,

− tal wings

I fain

still on − ward haste to − ed death life sweet − ly

aa bc

a a b c

a ac c a e ca

my

life

do in

e − ver for − ward fly. that you life de − ny.

d d f f d

c d d a

c d d a

a a b c

ev − ’ry day we ev − ’ry day we

a b d dca c

a b d d

live, live,

live live

a c d c b a a a b d ca d cac

Book: ’First Book of Ayres’(c. 1613) Transcription: abc transcription Taco Walstra ([email protected])

last re

night.

− new?

aa aa ac bc c c b c a

ev − ’ry day, ev − ’ry day,

So So

a d ab aa d c bc

we we

my to

ab c

aa bc

aa ab a b c e

a a

day day

we we

die. die.

ab c

aa a aa c bc c c b c a

Jack and Joan Thomas Campion Voice

2 2 Jack Do

Lute

and Joan their week

2 ac 2c

Skip Lash

a a c c a

− they − − days −

a a b

and trip out at

− it − a

c d e c

think no ill, work and pray,

a c c

on coun

aa bc

the − green, − try − feast,

a a c d e a

aa c

but lo de − vout

a ac a c cc a

and their

help sil

cd c

c dd a

− ving − live and − − ly − on the −

a d e

mer ho

c a a a c b c

− to − choose − the − − ver − pen − ny −

a e ff a a c c e a

− ry still. − ly day.

aa ce aa bc e bc

sum with

− mer queen.

a a e a c

the best.

a a c c a

1 Jack and Joan they think no ill, but loving live and merry still. Do their weekday’s work and pray, Devoutly on the holy day. Skip and trip it on the green, And help to choose the summer queen. Lash out at a country feast, Their silver penny with the best. 2 Well can they judge of nappy ale And tell at large a winter tale Climb up to the apple loft And turn the crabs till they be soft. Tib is all the father’s joy, And little Tom the mother’s boy: And their pleasure is content, And care to pay their yearly rent. 3 Joan can call by name her cows, And deck her windows with green boughs; She can wreaths and tutties make, And trim with plums and bridal cake. Jack knows what brings gain or loss, And his long flail can stoutly toss, Make the hedge which others break, And ever thinks what he doth speak. 4 Now you courtly dames and knights, That study only strange delights, Though you scorn the home−spun grey, And revel in your rich array, Though your tongues dissemble deep, And can your heads from danger keep; Yet for all your pomp and train, Securer lives the silly swain. Book: ’First Book of Ayres’(c. 1613) Transcription: abc transcription Taco Walstra ([email protected])

The man of life upright Thomas Campion 4 2

Voice

The

main

of

1

up

a a c c

4 2

Lute

life

a e

From

weight

of

im

− pious

− right,

Whose

cheer

− ful

mind

is

1

dd ac aa a c c

deeds,

and

cd e

ac c

yoke





of



va

− ni − ty.

1

d e f

a a c

a a e

1

e

ac c

a a c

c d a

free

c e c e

f f e

f a

cd

e f f c

c cd e

f f

e f f a

a e a c

1 The man of life upright, whose cheerful mind is free. From weight of impious deeds, And yoke of vanity 2 The man whose silent days, In harmless joys are spent. Whom hopes cannot delude, Nor sorrows discontent. 3 That man needs neither tow’rs, Nor armour for defence. Nor vaults his guilt to shroud, From thunder’s violence. 4 He only can behold With unaffrighted eyes The horrors of the deep, And terrors of the skies. 5 Thus scorning all the cares, That fate or fortune brings, His book the heav’ns he makes, His wisdom heav’nly things. 6 Good thoughts his surest frinds, His wealth a well−spent age, The earth his sober inn, And guiet pilgrimage. Book: ’First Book of Ayres’(c. 1613) Transcription: abc transcription Taco Walstra ([email protected])

Never Weatherbeaten Sail Thomas Campion 1613

Soprano

Ne Ne

− ver − ver

wea − ti −

ther − red

bea − ten pil − grim

sail limbs

more af −

wil fec

− ling − ted

bent to slum − ber

wea − ti −

ther − red

bea − ten pil − grim

sail limbs

more af −

wil − ling fec − ted

bent to slum − ber

Alto

Ne − Ne −

ver ver

Tenore 8

Ne − ver Ne − ver

wea ti

− −

ther − bea − ten red pil − grim

sail limbs

more af −

wil fec

− ling − ted

bent to slum − ber

− ver − ver

wea ti

− −

ther − red

sail limbs

more af −

wil fec

− ling − ted

bent to slum − ber

c d a

a a a d c d a b c c e c c

Basso

Ne Ne

Lute

ac c

aa b c

bea − ten pil − grim

a d e

c b

a a c c

b

8

shore. more.

Than

my

wea − ry

sprite now

shore. more.

Than

my

wea − ry

sprite now

shore. more.

Than

my

wea − ry

sprite now

longs

shore. more.

Than

my

wea − ry

sprite

longs

ac c

aa a acc e a c e b ce bc c c

ac c a

trou

8

− bled

longs

now

breast.

O

come quick − ly,

come quick

trou −

bled

breast.

O

trou −

bled

breast.

O

come

quick − ly,

trou −

bled

breast.

O

come

quick

ac c

aa bc

cd a

c d c

a a b c

c a b





ly,

ly,

a

to

fly

out

of

my

longs to

fly

out

of

my

to

fly

out

of

my

to

fly

out

of

my

a a b c

a a a a e c a c c e c c

o

come quick − ly,

o

come quick − ly,

o

come

quick



ly,

o

come

quick



ly,

a c e

a c c a

a a b c

o

8

come quick − ly

swee − test

Lord and

take

my

soul

take

my

soul

to

rest.

to

rest.

o

come

quick − ly

swee − test

Lord and

o

come

quick − ly

swee − test

Lord

and

take

my

soul

to

rest.

o

come

quick − ly

swee − test

Lord

and

take

my

soul

to

rest.

c

c d ba c e

a a a c c c e

c c aa a a c bc c c a c e ca

c d a

a a b c c

Ever blooming are the joys of heav’ns high paradise. Cold age deafs not there our ears nor vapour dims our eyes. Glory there the sun outshines, whose beams the blessed only see O come quickly glorious Lord and raise my sprite to thee.

a c c a

Tune thy music to thy heart Thomas Campion 4 2

Voice

Tune

a 4 b 2 a

Lute

thy

mu

a b

a b c d



sic

to

thy

heart,

sing

thy

joy

with

a b d

b d a

b d a

ac c

cd a

cd a

dd a

dd a



thanks

and

so

thy

sor

d f f

a b c

b d d

b d

ab d g f f d

Some

d f f

− time

d f

of

a a d c

row.

though

de



vo

ab bb a d

ab c

the

poor

the

rich

a d b d

ab

d f f

a b d

may

b b d a



tion

bb d



a a c

bor

needs

not

art,

bd d

bd d

dd a

− −

a a c

row.

a c a

1 Tune thy music to thy heart, Sing thy joy with thanks and so thy sorrow. Though devotion needs not art, Sometime of the poor the rich may bowrrow. 2 Strive not yet for curious ways, Concord pleaseth more the less’tis strained. Zeal affects not outward praise, Only strives to shew a love unfained. 3 Love can wondrous things effect, Seetes sacrifice, all wrath appeasing. Love the highest doth respect, Love alone to him is ever pleasing. Book: ’First Book of Ayres’(c. 1613) Transcription: abc transcription Taco Walstra ([email protected])

View me Lord, a work of thine Thomas Campion 4 2

Voice

View

me Lord,

a a b c

4 ab 2c

Lute

Might

c d d a a

thy

grace

a a dc b e c a c

a

work

c a b

d a c

in

f

1 View me Lord a work of thine, Shall I then li drown’d in night? Might thy grace in me but shine, I should seem made all of light 2 But my soul still surfeits so On the poison’d baits of sin That I strange and ugly grow All is dark, and foul within. 3 Cleanse me Lord that I may kneel At thine altar pure and white They that once thy mercies feel Gaze no more on earth’s delight. 4 Worldly joys like shadows fade, When the heav’nly light appears, But the cov’nants thou hast made Endless, know not days, nor years. 5 In thy word Lord is my trust, To thy mercies fast I fly. Though I am but clay and dust,

of thine,

a a b c a

shall

d df f d

c a a b c

me

but

shine,

I

c f e

e

aa bc

ab c a

I

then

ca

lie

d d c

df f

should see

aa c

drown’d

made

in

night?

d f d

c d dbd d f a f d

all

of

light.

aa a ac c bc b c c c a d a

Yet thy grace can lift me high. Book: From ’First Book of Ayres’(c. 1613) Transcription: abc transcription Taco Walstra ([email protected])

Wise men patience never want Thomas Campion 4 2

Voice

Wise Fee

Lute

a 4c 2a

He

a a c

men

− ble

pa spi

a a

a c

a

a

− a − lone

a c d

− tience − rits

for

c d



ne on

− ver − ly

d e dc f a

give

a a c d c d

that

want. vaunt.

cc a

− can,

c a a d c a a a a c

Good Of

da a

bears

a f e

men pi − ty re − venge the

cc

the

dc a

cd a

true

soul

c e dca cac

can poor

aa c

of

− not − est

hide. pride.

aa c

ac c

a

man.

fa c a a a a c e

a c a

1 Wise men patience never want, Good men pity cannot hide. Feeble spirits only vaunt. Of revenge the poorest pride. He alone forgive that can, Bears the true soul of a man. 2 Some there are debate that seek, Making trouble their content, Happy if they wrong the meek, Vex them that to peace are bent. Such undo the common tie, Of mankind, society. 3 Kindness grown is, lately, cold, Conscience hath forgot her part. Blessed times were known of old, Long ere law became an art. Shame deterr’d, not statutes then, Honest love was law to men. 4 Deeds from love and words that flow Foster like kind April show’rs. In the warm sun all things grow, Wholesome fruits and pleasant flow’rs All so thrives his gentle rays, Whereon human low displays. Book: ’First Book of Ayres’(c. 1613) Transcription: abc transcription Taco Walstra ([email protected])