With never a penny of mony

Thomas Ravenscroft (c1582 - c1633): We be souldiers three, partsong a 3 voci (pubblicato nella raccolta Deuteromelia, 1609). Deller Consort, dir. Alfred Deller.

We be souldiers three,
Pardona moy ie vous an pree,
Lately come forth of the low country,
 With never a penny of mony.

Here, Good fellow, I’ll drinke to thee,
To all good Fellowes where ever they be.

And he that will not pledge me this
Payes for the shot what ever it is.

Charge it againe boy, charge it againe,
As long as there is [you have] any incke in thy [your] pen.


We be

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Folksongs: Bushes and Briars

Per Paola (buon compleanno!) e Carole.


Anonimo: Bushes and Briars, canto tradizionale inglese. Alfred Deller, controtenore; Desmond Dupré, liuto.
La «scoperta» di questo brano si deve a Ralph Vaughan Williams, che l’udì cantare da un pastore nell’Essex e ne pubblicò un arrangiamento per coro maschile a 4 voci a cappella nel 1908.

Through bushes and through briars,
I lately took my way;
All for to hear the small birds sing,
And the lambs to skip and play.

I overheard my own true love,
Her voice it was so clear;
Long time I have been waiting
For the coming of my dear.

Sometimes I am uneasy
And troubled in my mind;
Sometimes I think I’ll go to my love
And tell to him my mind.

And if I should go to my love,
My love he will say «Nay»;
If I show to him my boldness,
He’ll ne’er love me again.



L’arrangiamento di Vaughan Williams eseguito da The Gentlemen of St. John’s.


RVW, Bushes and briars

Folksongs: She Moved through the Fair

Anonimo: She Moved through the Fair, canzone tradizionale irlandese. Alfred Deller, controtenore; Desmond Dupré, liuto.
La melodia, diffusa in Irlanda e in Scozia, risale probabilmente al basso Medioevo. Il testo è stato pubblicato per la prima volta nella raccolta Irish Country Songs (1909), curata da Herbert Hughes.

My young love said to me: My mother won’t mind,
And my father won’t slight you for your lack of kine.
And she stepped away from me and this she did say:
It will not be long, love, ‘til our wedding day.

She stepped away from me and she moved through the fair,
And fondly I watched her move here and move there,
And then she went homeward with one star awake,
As the swan in the evening moves over the lake.

Last night she came to me, she came softly in.
So softly she came that her feet made no din,
And she laid her hand on me, and this she did say:
It will not be long, love, ‘til our wedding day.


AD

Folksongs: Barbara Allen

Anonimo (sec. XVII): Barbara Allen, ballad di origine scozzese. Alfred Deller, controtenore; Desmond Dupré, liuto.

In Scarlet town where I was born
There was a fair maid dwellin’,
Made ev’ry youth cry «Well-a-day.»
Her name was Barbara Allen.

All in the merry month of may,
When green buds they were swellin’,
Young Jemmy Grove on his death-bed lay
For love of Barbara Allen.

So slowly, slowly she came up,
And slowly she came nigh him,
And all she said when there she came:
«Young man, I think you’re dyin’.»

When he was dead, and laid in grave,
Her heart was struck with sorrow.
«Oh mother, mother, make my bed:
For I shall die tomorrow.»

Farewell, she said, ye virgins all,
And shun the fault I fell in:
Henceforth take warning by the fall
Of cruel Barbara Allen.


Folksongs: Down by the Salley Gardens

Herbert Hughes (1882 - 1937): Down by the Salley Gardens, melodia tradizionale irlandese (Maids of Mourne Shore) adattata a un testo di William Butler Yeats (da The Wanderings of Oisin and Other Poems, 1889). Alfred Deller, controtenore; Desmond Dupré, liuto.

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.

In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.


Folksongs: The Tailor and the Mouse

Anonimo: The Tailor and the Mouse. Alfred Deller, controtenore; Desmond Dupré, liuto.

There was a tailor had a mouse,
  Hi diddle um come feed-al,
They lived together in one house,
  Hi diddle um come feed-al.

Chorus :
  Hi diddle um come tarum tantrum,
  Through the town of Ramsey,
  Hi diddle um come over the lea,
  Hi diddle um come feed-al.

The tailor thought his mouse was ill,
He gave him part of a blue pill.

The tailor thought the mouse would die,
He baked him in an apple pie.

The pie was cut, the mouse ran out,
The tailor followed him all about.

The tailor found his mouse was dead,
So he bought another one in his stead.

E anche questo è dedicato a chi l’apprezzerà come nessun altro 😀


Folksongs: The Water is Wide

Anonimo: The Water is Wide ovvero Waly, waly, canto di origine scozzese. Alfred Deller, controtenore; Desmond Dupré, liuto.

The water is wide, I cannot get o’er
And neither have I wings to fly,
O give me a boat that will carry two
And both can row, my love and I.

O down in the meadows the other day
A-gathering flow’rs, both fine and gay,
A-gathering flow’rs, both red and blue,
I little thought what love can do.

I lean’d my back up against some oak,
Thinking that he was a trusty tree.
But first he bended and then he broke,
And so did my false love to me.

A ship there is and she sails the sea,
She’s loaded deep as deep can be,
But not so deep as the love I’m in.
I know not if I sink or swim.

O love is handsome and love is fine,
And love’s a jewel while it is new;
But when it is old it groweth cold
And fades away like morning dew.

Dedicato alla dark più dolce che io conosca 🙂