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- CPDL #26020: Mourn,_mourn.pdf Mourn,_mourn.mid Mourn,_mourn.cap
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2012-04-25). Score information: A4, 1 page, 14 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Reformatting of #16795, with minor changes to underlay.
- CPDL #16795:
(NoteWorthy Composer)
- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2008-05-06). Score information: A4, 1 page, 16 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: NoteWorthy Composer file may be viewed and printed with NoteWorthy Composer Viewer.
- CPDL #02157:
PDF, MIDI and LilyPond files available.
- Editor: Laura Conrad (submitted 2001-03-11). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 56 kB Copyright: GnuGPL
- Edition notes: partbook format, vocal parts, no lute part
General Information
Title: Mourn, mourn, day is with darkness fled
Composer: John Dowland
Number of voices: 2vv Voicing: SB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella or Lute (optional)
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Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
Mourn, mourn, day is with darkness fled,
What heav'n then governs earth?
O none, but hell in heaven's stead,
Chokes with his mists our mirth.
Mourn, mourn, look now for no more day
Nor night, but that from hell.
Then all must as they may
In darkness learn to dwell.
But yet this change, must needs change our delight,
That thus the sun should harbour with the night.