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I saw my Lady weepTo the most famous, Anthony Holborne
© David Fraser 2008, distributed according to the terms of the CPDL Licence (www.cpdl.org)
John Dowland (c.1563-1626)
Canto
Basso
Lute
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I
saw
my
^
I
saw
my
La
dy
- weep,
I
saw
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a
La
dy
- weep,
and
sor
row
- - proud
to
my
La
dy
- weep,
I
saw
my
La
dy
- weep,
I
saw
my
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10 be
ad
van
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ced
- so:
in
those
fair
La
dy
- weep,
and
sor
row
- - proud,
to
be
ad
van
- ced
- so,
in
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eyes,
in
those
fair
eyes,
where
all
per
fec
-
tions
- keep,
her
face
was
those
fair
eyes,
fair
eyes,
where
all
per
fec
- tions
- keep,
her
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full
of
woe,
full
of
woe,
but
such
a
face
was
full,
full
of
woe,
but
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20 woe
(be
lieve
- me)
as
wins
more
hearts,
than
mirth
can
do,
such
a woe, as wins more hearts, than mirth
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with
her,
with
her
en
ti
- cing
- parts.
can
do,
with
her
en
ti
- cing
- parts.
Source: John Dowland, The Second Book of Songs or Ayres... (London, 1600), no.1.
II: titled Canto
I.25: longa
I saw my Lady weepe,
and sorrow proud to bee advanced so:
in those faire eies where all perfections keepe,hir face was full of woe,
but such a woe (beleeve me) as wins more hearts,
then mirth can doe, with hir intysing parts.
Sorow was there made faire,
And passion wise, teares a delightfull thing,
Silence beyond all speech a wisdome rare,
Shee made hir sighes to sing,
And all things with so sweet a sadnesse move,
As made my heart at once both grieve and love.
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O fayrer then ought ells,
The world can shew, leave of in time to grieve,
Inough, inough, your joyfull lookes excells,Teares kills the heart believe,
O strive not to bee excellent in woe,
Which onely breeds your beauties overthrow.
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