The Works of Thomas Campion Complete Songs, Masques, and Treatises with a Selection of the Latin Verse: Edited with an introduction and notes by Walter R. Davis |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
V. |
VI. |
VII. |
VIII. |
IX. |
X. |
XI. |
XII. |
XIII. |
XIV. |
XV. |
XVI. |
XVII. |
XVIII. |
XIX. |
XX. |
XXI. |
1. |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
V. |
VI. |
VII. |
VIII. |
IX. |
X. |
XI. |
XII. |
XIII. |
XIV. |
XV. |
XVI. |
XVII. |
XVIII. |
XIX. |
XX. |
XXI. |
2. |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
V. |
VI. |
VII. |
VIII. |
IX. |
X. |
XI. |
XII. |
XIII. |
XIV. |
XV. |
XVI. |
XVII. |
XVIII. |
XIX. |
XX. |
XXI. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
6. |
7. |
3. |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
V. |
VI. |
VII. |
VIII. |
IX. |
X. |
XI. |
XII. |
XIII. |
XIV. |
XV. |
XVI. |
XVII. |
XVIII. |
XIX. |
XX. |
XXI. |
XXII. |
XXIII. |
XXIV. |
XXV. |
XXVI. |
XXVII. |
XXVIII. |
XXIX. |
4. |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
V. |
VI. |
VII. |
VIII. |
IX. |
X. |
XI. |
XII. |
XIII. |
XIV. |
XV. |
XVI. |
XVII. |
XVIII. |
XIX. |
XX. |
XXI. |
XXII. |
XXIII. |
XXIV. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
6. |
7. |
8. |
9. |
10. |
11. |
12. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
6. |
7. |
8. |
9. |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
V. |
VI. |
VII. |
VIII. |
IX. |
X. |
XI. |
XII. |
XIII. |
XIV. |
XV. |
XVI. |
XVII. |
XVIII. |
XIX. |
XX. |
XXI. |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
V. |
VI. | VI. The Dance.
|
VII. |
VIII. |
IX. |
X. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
6. |
7. |
8. |
9. |
10. |
11. |
12. |
13. |
14. |
15. |
The Works of Thomas Campion | ||
468
VI. The Dance.
CANT.Robin is a lovely Lad,
No Lasse a smother ever had.
BASS.
Tommy hath a looke as bright
As is the rosie morning light.
BASS.
Tib is darke and browne of hue,
But, like her colour, firme and true.
TEN.
Ginny hath a lip to kisse
Wherein a spring of Nectar is.
TEN.
Simkin well his mirth can place,
And words to win a womans grace.
TEN.
Sib is all in all to me,
There is no Queene of Love but she.
ALL.
Let us in a lovers round
Circle all this hallowed ground.
Softly, softly trip and goe:
The light foot Fairies jet it so.
Forward, then,
And backe againe;
Here and there,
And everywhere,
Winding to and winding fro,
Skipping hye and lowting low.
CHORUS.
And, like lovers hand in hand,
March a round and make a stand.
The Works of Thomas Campion | ||