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1. Now is my Cloris fresh as May,
1. Now is my Cloris fresh as May,
  All clad in green and flowers gay:
All clad in green and flowers gay:
  Fa la la.
Fa la la.
  O, must I think August were near,
O, must I think August were near,
  That harvest joy might soon appear:
That harvest joy might soon appear:
  Fa la la.
Fa la la.


2. But she keeps May throughout the year
2. But she keeps May throughout the year
  And August never comes the near:
And August never comes the near:
  Fa la la.
Fa la la.
  Yet I will hope, though she be May,
Yet I will hope, though she be May,
  August will come another day:
August will come another day:
  Fa la la.
Fa la la.
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General Information

Title: Now is my Cloris fresh as May
Composer: Thomas Weelkes

Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SSATB

Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1598

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Original text and translations

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1. Now is my Cloris fresh as May,
 All clad in green and flowers gay:
 Fa la la.
 O, must I think August were near,
 That harvest joy might soon appear:
 Fa la la.

2. But she keeps May throughout the year
 And August never comes the near:
 Fa la la.
 Yet I will hope, though she be May,
 August will come another day:
 Fa la la.