Ayeres or Phantasticke Spirites for three voices, Made and newly published

The following poems are scored for music in the source text. Where poems are not stanzaic, no attempt has been made to reconstruct the metrical lines. Variations for different voices have been ignored. Repetition marks have been ignored.

I. Come come lets begin

Come, com lets begin lets begin to rewel't out,
And tread the hilles and dales about, and dales about
That hilles and dales and woodes may sound,
An Eccho to this warbling round.

Lads merry bee with musicke sweete,
and Faires trip it with your feet,
Pans pipe is dull, a better straine,
doth stretch it selfe to please your vaine,

II.Iockey thine horn pipes dull

Iockey thine horne pipes dull,
Giue wind man at full,
Fie vpon such a sad gul,
Like an hoody doody, all to moody,
Toodle, toodle,
Pipe it vp thicker,
Ile tread it the quicker:
Why then about it roundly,
And I will foot it foot it soundly,
Ile take my steps the shorter,
As if I trampled, trampled trampled morter.

Darite growes so graue,
I may not her haue:
In a round when I do craue,
with hoop sir hoy day, O you hurt me
Toodle, Toodle,
set me thy worke by,
and come to me smurkly.

Then if she chance to glance in,
Giue vs two roome to dance in,
Though my green ierkin bare is
Vs two to all the parish,

III.Some men desire Spouses

[1]

Some men desire spouses,
That come of noble houses,
And some would haue in mariage
Ladies of courtly cariage, fa la la fa la la la la la,

but few desire as I do,
the maidenhead, the maidenhead of a widow, fa la la la la fa la la la la la.

2

Some thinke faire youth will cherish,
Strength that begins to perish,
I le haue no colts to taming,
Let me be young'st at gaming.

Ile get ore, ile go nigh too,
The maidenhead of a widdow.

IIII.Tomorrow is the marriage day

[1]

Tomorrow is the marriage day
Of Mopsus and faire Phillida,
Come shepheards bring your garlands gay, your garlands gay.

2

If loue lye in so fowle a nest,
and fowlenes on so faire a breast,
What louer may not hope the best.

3

O do not weepe faire Bellamoure,
though he be gone theres many more,
for loue hath many loues in store.

V.Vpon a hill, the bonny boy

[1]

Vpon a hill, a hill, the bony bony, boy,
Sweet Thirsis sweetly plaid,
And calde his lambes their maisters ioy,
And more hee would haue said,
But loue, but loue that giueth wings,
But loue that giues the louers wings,
Withdrew his mind, his mind, withdrew his mind,
Withdrew his mind, his mind from other things.

2

His pipe and he could not agree,
for Milla was his note,
This silly pipe could neuer get,
this louely name by rote.

With that they both fell in a sound,
he fell a sleepe, his pipe to ground.

VI.Come sirrah Iacke hoe

[1]

Come sirrah Iacke hoe,
Fill some Tobacco,
Bring a wire,
And some fire,
Hast hast away,
Quicke I say,
Do not stay, shun delay,
For I dranke none good to day:
I sweare that this Tobacco
It's perfect Trinidado,
By the very very mas,
Neuer neuer neuer was
Better gere then is here, by the roode,
For the bloud, it is very very good, tis very good.

2

Fill the pipe once more,
My braines daunce trenchmore,
It is headdy,
I am geeddy,
My head and braines,
Back and raines,
Iointes and vaines,
From all paines,
It doth well purge and make cleane.
Then those that doe Condemne it,
Or such as not Commend it,
Neuer were so wise to learne,
Good Tobacco to discerne
Let them go, plucke a crow, and not know as I do
The sweet of Trinidado.

[VII. Tan ta ra ran tan tant, cryes Mars]

Tan ta ra ran tan tant, cryes Mars on bloudy rampier

Tan ta ra ran tan tant, cryes Mars on bloudy rampier fa la fa la fa la, fa la cries Venus in a Chamber toodle loodle loo, cryes Pan that Cuckoo, with bels at his shoo, and a fiddle too, Aye me, but I alas lye weeping, for death hath slaine my sweeting, which hath my heart in keeping,

VIII.The Gods haue heard my vowes

[1]

The Gods haue heard my vowes,
Fond Lyce, whose faire browes
Wont scorne with such disdaine,
My loue, my teares my paine
Fa la la la.

2

But now those spring-tide roses,
are turnde to winter poses,
to Rue, and time, and sage,
fitting that shriuled age,
Fa la la la, &c.

3

Now youthes with hote desire,
See, see that flamelesse fire,
Which erst your hearts so burned,
quicke into ashes turned.
Fa la la la &c,

IX.Though my carriage be but

[1]

Though my carriage be but carelesse,
Though my looks be of the sternest,
Yet my passions are comparelesse,
When I loue, when I loue, I loue in earnest.

2

No my wits are not so wild,
But a gentle soule may yoake me,
Nor my heart so hard compilde,
But it melts, if loue prouoke me.

X.The Ape, the Monkey

[1]

The Ape, the Monkey and Baboone did meete,
And breaking of their fast in fryday street,
Two of them sware together solemnly
In their three natures was a simpathie,
Nay quoth Baboon, I do deny that straine,
I haue more knauery in me then you twaine.

2

Why quoth the Ape I haue a horse at will,
in Parris Garden for to ride on still,
and there shew trickes: tush quoth the Monkey I
for better trickes in great mens houses lie.
Tush, quoth Baboone, when men do know I come,
for sport, from City, country, they will runne.

XI.No, no though I shrinke still

[1]

No no, though
I shrinke still,
Yet I thinke stil
That a wincke will do
What louers louers best know, fa la la liro logh.
Till then I will be glad,
And then I will be mad,
Hang vp all loue that is sad, is sad, fa la la liro logh

2

What what,
if she faine so,
then I plaine go,
in a vaine to
ouerthrow her that's flat, fa la la, &c.

O, but she loued me well,
no but I cannot tell,
who dares trust women or hell,

[XII. Aye me alas, hey hoe, hey hoe]

Aye me alas, hey hoe, hey hoe

Aye me alas, hey hoe, hey hoe thus doth Messalina go vp and downe the house a crying a crying, for her Monkey lyes a dying death thou art too cruel, to bereaue her Iewell, or to make a seasure of her only treasure, if her Monkey die she will sit and crie, fie fie fie fie fie fie fie fie.

XIII.Late in my rash accounting

[1]

Late in my rash accounting,
My Fortune was amoūting, fa la la fa la la fa la la fa la la la fa la la fa la la la la la la la la fa la la
And now all is vndone,
All courses backwards runne, fa la la fa la la fa la la la la la fa la la.

2

Harts greedy in desiring,
Are speedy in aspiring, fa la la &c.
But this femall sexe,
Make stout hearts breake their necks.

3

You Ladies faire and fickle,
Whose climing thoughts do tickle, fa la &c.
Shall most deepely repent,
And finde a base descent.

XIIII.Fowre armes two neckes

[1]

Fowre arms, two neckes, one wreathing,
Two paire of lips one breathing, fa la la fa la la fa la la la la:
Two hearts that multiply,
Sighes enterchangeably, fa la fa la fa la la fa la la fa la la fa la la la fa la la la.

2

The thought of this confound me,
and as I speake it woundes me, fa la la,&c.
It cannot be exprest,
good help me whilst I rest.

3

Bad stomackes haue their loathing,
and O this all is nothing, fa la la, &c.
this no with griefes doth proue,
report oft turnes in loue, fa la la.

XV.Lord when I thinke

[1]

Lord when I thinke
What a paltery thing
Is a gloue or a ring,
Or a top of a fan to brag of,
And how much a Noddy
Will triumph in a buske point,
Snatch with the tagge of,
Then I say,
Well fare him,
That hath euer vsed close play.

2

And when I see,
what a pittifull grace,
hath a frowne in the face,
Or a no in the lips of a Lady,
and when I had wist,
she would bee kist,
When shee away did go,
with hey hoe,
I end so,
Neuer trust any woman more then you know.

XVI.Say wanton will you loue me

[1]

Say wāton wil you loue me,
I loue no long delaying, no long delaying, I loue no lōg delaying, delaying,
Whilst that you striue to proue me, to proue me,
I feare your loue, I feare your loues decaying.

2

Feare not my loues decaying,
Whilst that you striue to proue me,
I loue no long delaying,
Come want on then and loue me.

XVIII.Strike it vp Tabor

[1]

Strike it vp Tabor
And pipe vs a fauour,
Thou shalt be well paid for thy labour:
I meane to spend my shoe sole
To dance about the May pole,
I will be blith and briske,
Leap and skip,
Hop and trip,
Turne about in the rout,
Vntill very meary werry
Ioyntes can scarse friske.

2

Lusty Dicke Hopkin,
lay on with thy napkin,
the stiching cost me but a dodkin,
the Morris were halfe vndone,
Wert not for Martin of Compton,
O well said Iiging Alce,
Pritty Gill,
stand you still,
Dapper Iacke,
meanes to smacke,
how now, fie, fie, fie, you dance false.

XIX.Ha ha this world doth passe

[1]

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha this world doth passe
Most merily most merily ile bee sworne,
For many an honest Indian Asse
Goes for a vnicorne, farra diddle diddle dyno this is idle idle fino,

2

Tygh hygh, tygh hygh, O sweet delight,
he tickles this age that can,
call Tulliaes Ape a Marmasyte.
And Ledaes Goose a swan,
Fara diddle deyno,
this is idle fyno.

3

So so so so fine English dayes,
for false play is no reproch,
for he that doth the Cochman prayse,
may safely vse the Coch,
fara dyddle deyno,
this is idle fyno.

[XX. Since Robin Hood]

Since Roben Hood, maid Marian

Since Roben Hood, maid Marian, and little Iohn are gone a, the hobby horse was quite forgot, when Kempe did daunce a lone a, he did labour after the tabor for to dance then into France, for he tooke paines to skip, to skip it in hope of gaines of gaines he will trip it trip it trip it on the toe, diddle diddle diddle doe,

XXI.Fa la la, O now weepe

[1]

Fa la la la fa la la,
O now weepe, now sing
Fa la la la la la:
For this is loue in frost to frie,
In teares to sing,
In life to die,
To die and neuer to haue ending.

2

Fa la la la, &c.
I die willingly,
fa la la la la, &c.
And yet I liue in spite of loue,
in hope of gaine,
And thinke to proue,
some pleasure mingled with paine.

XXII. Als tarry but one halfe howre

[1]

Alas tarry but one halfe houre,
O tarry but one halfe howre,
Vntill an opportunity fit my power
Then will I look and sigh out all my sorrow,
Now euery body looketh on,
And you know I must be gone & you know I must be gon to morrow, to morrow.

2

Adiew, why did I aspire high,
when I see my ruinous end so nigh,
Yet will I now prolong my last farewell,
else in sodaine sort to part,
will go neare to breake my heart,
that doth swell.

XXIII.As deadly serpents lurking

As deadly serpents lurking,
So enuy lyeth working,
Still to disgrace those men
Which do striue by vertues fame
To augment their height of name,
By labour, art and pen.

But let all carping Momi,
and idle foolish Zoili,
what so ere they will report,
I put my selfe in venture
to iudgements learned censure
and men of better sort.

[XXV. The Nightingale]

The Nightingall the Organ of delight

The Nightingall the Organ of delight the nimble nimble nimble nimble Larke, the blacke bird and the Thrush the Thrush, and all the prety Choristers of flight, that chant their Musicke notes in euery bush, Let them no more contend who shal excell, the coockoo coockoo, the coockoo coockoo. the coockoo, coockoo is the bird that beares the bell.

[XXVI. Death hath depriued me]

[_]

A remembrance of my friend, M. Thomas Morley.

Death hath deprived mee

Death hath deprived mee, deprived mee of my dearest friend my dearest friend is dead is dead, and laid in graue, in graue hee rests vntill the world shall end, the world shall end, as end must all things haue, all things must haue an end that nature wrought, that nature wrought must vnto dust be brought must vnto dust be brought.

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