Blow thy horn hunter (William Cornysh)
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- CPDL #17422:
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- Editor: Monique Rio (submitted 2008-07-02). Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 280 kB Copyright: CC BY 4.0
- Edition notes: Formerly Edited by Aaron Elkiss. Updated 2016-08-17
- CPDL #15080:
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- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2007-09-11). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 14 kB Copyright: CPDL
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- CPDL #06171: PDF file available.
- Editor: Ted Dean (submitted 2003-12-04). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 62 kB Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: Blow Thy Horn Hunter
Composer: William Cornysh
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: STB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
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Original text and translations
English text
Blow thy horn, hunter,
And blow thy horn on high!
There is a doe in yonder wood,
In faith she will not die:
Now blow thy horn, hunter,
Now blow thy horn, jolly hunter!
Sore this deer stricken is,
And yet she bleeds no whit;
She lay so fair, I could not miss,
Lord, I was glad of it:
Now blow...
As I stood under a band,
The deer shoff on the mead;
I struck her so that down she sank
But yet she was not dead.
Now blow...
There she go'th! See ye not,
How she go'th over the plain?
And if ye lust to gave a shot,
I warrant her barrain.
Now blow...
He to go and I to go,
But he ran fast afore;
I bade him shoot and strike the doe,
For I might shoot no more.
Now blow...
To the covert both they went,
For I found where she lay;
An arrow in her haunch she hent,
For faint she might not bray.
Now blow...
I was weary of the game,
I went to tavern to drink;
Now, the construction of the same--
What do you mean or think?
Now blow...
Here I leave and make an end
Now of this hunter's lore:
I think his bow is well unbent,
His bolt may flee no more.
Now blow...