Lend your eares to my sorrow good people (John Dowland)

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  • (Posted 2011-12-28)  CPDL #24105:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2011-08-06).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 101 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Based on CPDL #16840 but this version transposed up a major second. Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score. Revised files uploaded 5/11/20.
  • (Posted 2008-05-07)  CPDL #16840:         
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General Information

Title: Lend your eares to my sorrow good people
Composer: John Dowland

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Lute

First published: 1603 in The Third and Last Booke of Songs or Aires, no. 11
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Original text and translations

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Lend your ears to my sorrow
Good people that have any pity:
For no eyes will I borrow
Mine own shall grace, my doleful ditty
Chant then my voice though rude like to my rhyming,
And tell forth my grief which here in sad dispair
Can find no ease of tormenting.

Once I lived, once I knew delight,
No grief did shadow then my pleasure
Graced with love, cheered with Beauty's sight,
I joyed alone true heavenly treasure,
O what a Heaven is love firmly embraced,
Such power alone can fix delight
In Fortune's bosom ever placed.

Cold as ice frozen is that heart,
Where thought of love could no time enter,
Such of life reap the poorest part
Whose weight cleaves to this earthly center,
Mutual joys in hearts truly united
Do earth to heavenly state convert
Like heaven still in itself de lighted.