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- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2008-02-17). Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Files listed alphabetically by nationality and composer.
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- CPDL #4542: Finale 2003
- Editor: Jean-Luc Roth (submitted 2003-01-25). Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 112 kbytes Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: full score
General Information
Title: Au joli bois
Composer: Claudin de Sermisy
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Chanson
Language: French
Instruments: a cappella
Published:
Description:
External websites: Live Performance by the dwsChorale
Original text and translations
French text
- Au joly boys, en l`ombre d`ung soucy,
- M`y fault aller pour passer ma tristesse,
- Remply de dueil d`ung souvenir transy,
- Menger m`y fault maintes poires d`angoisse,
- En ung jardin remply de noires flours
- De mes deux yeulx feray larmes et plours.
- Fy de lyesse et hardiesse! Regret m`oppresse,
- Puis que j`ay perdu mes amours.
- Las! trop j`endure, Le temps m`y dure, Je vous asseure:
- Soulas, vous n`avez plus de cours!
English translation
- I have to go to the pretty wood
- and spend my grief in the shadow of worry
- Filled with mourning for a penetrating memory
- I must eat such bitter fruit
- In a garden filled with black flowers
- I shall weep and sob from my two eyes
- So much for jollity and bold adventures, I am oppressed with regret
- Because I have lost my love
- Alas I endure too much, time hangs heavy on me, I tell you for sure:
- Joy and solace are no more.