Author of light

Thomas Campion
Voice

4 2
Au Foun

thor of tain of

light health

re vive, my souls

my deep

dy ing sprite, wounds re cure,

Lute

4 2

Re Sweet

deem showrs

it from of pi

the

ty

snares rain,

of wash

all my

con found ding night. un clean ness pure.

Lord, One

light drop

me of

to thy

thy bless de sir

ed ed

way. grace.

For the

blind, faint,

for the

blind faint

with world and fa

ly vain ding heart

de can

sires, raise,

I and

wan in

der
joys

as bo

a som

stray. place.

Sun Sin

and and

moon, stars death, hell

and and

un der lights I tempt ing fiends may

see, rage,

but all but God

their glo his own

rious beams will guard,

are and

mists their

and sharp

dark pains

ness
and

being grief

com in

pard
time

to as

thee.

suage.

Book: First Book of Ayres(c. 1613) Transcription: abc transcription Taco Walstra (walstra@wins.uva.nl)

Come cheerful day

Thomas Campion
Voice

4 2
Come but cheer O

ful
ye

day, nights,

come cheer but O

ful
ye

Lute

4 2

day nights

part of or daind

my for

life bar

to

ren

me. rest.

For how

while thou are my

viewst me with thy days de privd of

fa life

ding in

light. you.

Part When

of hea

my

life

vy sleep

doth my

still de part soul hat dis

with thee,

pos sessd,

and by

I fain

still on ward haste to ed death life sweet ly

my to

last re

night.

new?

Times Part

fa of

tal wings
my life

do in

e ver for ward fly. that you life de ny.

So So

ev ry day, ev ry day,

so so

ev ry day we ev ry day we

live, live,

we we

live live

a a

day day

we we

die. die.

Book: First Book of Ayres(c. 1613) Transcription: abc transcription Taco Walstra (walstra@wins.uva.nl)

Jack and Joan

Thomas Campion
Voice

2 2
Jack Do and Joan their week

they days

think no ill, work and pray,

but lo de vout

ving live and ly on the

mer ho

ry still. ly day.

Lute

2 2

Skip Lash

and trip out at

it a

on coun

the green, try feast,

and their

help sil

to choose the ver pen ny

sum with

mer queen.
the best.

1 Jack and Joan they think no ill, but loving live and merry still. Do their weekdays work and pray, Devoutly on the holy day. Skip and trip it on the green, And help to choose the summer queen. Lash out at a country feast, Their silver penny with the best. 2 Well can they judge of nappy ale And tell at large a winter tale Climb up to the apple loft And turn the crabs till they be soft. Tib is all the fathers joy, And little Tom the mothers boy: And their pleasure is content, And care to pay their yearly rent. 3 Joan can call by name her cows, And deck her windows with green boughs; She can wreaths and tutties make, And trim with plums and bridal cake. Jack knows what brings gain or loss, And his long flail can stoutly toss, Make the hedge which others break, And ever thinks what he doth speak. 4 Now you courtly dames and knights, That study only strange delights, Though you scorn the homespun grey, And revel in your rich array, Though your tongues dissemble deep, And can your heads from danger keep; Yet for all your pomp and train, Securer lives the silly swain. Book: First Book of Ayres(c. 1613) Transcription: abc transcription Taco Walstra (walstra@wins.uva.nl)

The man of life upright

Thomas Campion
Voice

4 2
The
1

main

of

life

up

right,

Whose

cheer

ful
1

mind

is

free

Lute

4 2

From

weight

of

im

pious

deeds,
1

and

yoke

of

va

ni ty.

1 The man of life upright, whose cheerful mind is free. From weight of impious deeds, And yoke of vanity 2 The man whose silent days, In harmless joys are spent. Whom hopes cannot delude, Nor sorrows discontent. 3 That man needs neither towrs, Nor armour for defence. Nor vaults his guilt to shroud, From thunders violence. 4 He only can behold With unaffrighted eyes The horrors of the deep, And terrors of the skies. 5 Thus scorning all the cares, That fate or fortune brings, His book the heavns he makes, His wisdom heavnly things. 6 Good thoughts his surest frinds, His wealth a wellspent age, The earth his sober inn, And guiet pilgrimage. Book: First Book of Ayres(c. 1613) Transcription: abc transcription Taco Walstra (walstra@wins.uva.nl)

Never Weatherbeaten Sail

Thomas Campion 1613

Soprano

Ne Ne
Alto

ver ver

wea ti

ther red

bea ten pil grim

sail limbs

more af

wil fec

ling ted

bent to slum ber

Ne Ne
Tenore 8

ver ver

wea ti

ther red

bea ten pil grim

sail limbs

more af

wil ling fec ted

bent to slum ber

Ne ver Ne ver

wea ti

ther bea ten red pil grim

sail limbs

more af

wil fec

ling ted

bent to slum ber

Basso

Ne Ne

ver ver

wea ti

ther red

bea ten pil grim

sail limbs

more af

wil fec

ling ted

bent to slum ber

Lute

shore. more.

Than

my

wea ry

sprite now

longs

to

fly

out

of

my

shore. more.

Than

my

wea ry

sprite now

longs to

fly

out

of

my

shore. more.

Than

my

wea ry

sprite now

longs

to

fly

out

of

my

shore. more.

Than

my

wea ry

sprite

now

longs

to

fly

out

of

my

trou

bled

breast.

come quick ly,

come quick ly,

trou

bled

breast.

come quick

ly,

come quick ly,

trou

bled

breast.

come

quick ly,

come

quick

ly,

trou

bled

breast.

come

quick

ly,

come

quick

ly,

come quick ly

swee test

Lord and

take

my

soul

to

rest.

come

quick ly

swee test

Lord and

take

my

soul

to

rest.

come

quick ly

swee test

Lord

and

take

my

soul

to

rest.

come

quick ly

swee test

Lord

and

take

my

soul

to

rest.

Ever blooming are the joys of heavns high paradise. Cold age deafs not there our ears nor vapour dims our eyes. Glory there the sun outshines, whose beams the blessed only see O come quickly glorious Lord and raise my sprite to thee.

Tune thy music to thy heart

Thomas Campion
Voice

4 2
Tune thy mu

sic

to

thy

heart,

sing

thy

joy

with

Lute

4 2

thanks

and

so

thy

sor

row.

though

de

vo

tion

needs

not

art,

Some

time

of

the

poor

the

rich

may

bor

row.

1 Tune thy music to thy heart, Sing thy joy with thanks and so thy sorrow. Though devotion needs not art, Sometime of the poor the rich may bowrrow. 2 Strive not yet for curious ways, Concord pleaseth more the lesstis strained. Zeal affects not outward praise, Only strives to shew a love unfained. 3 Love can wondrous things effect, Seetes sacrifice, all wrath appeasing. Love the highest doth respect, Love alone to him is ever pleasing. Book: First Book of Ayres(c. 1613) Transcription: abc transcription Taco Walstra (walstra@wins.uva.nl)

View me Lord, a work of thine

Thomas Campion
Voice

4 2
View me Lord, a work of thine, shall I then lie drownd in night?

Lute

4 2

Might

thy

grace

in

me

but

shine,

should see

made

all

of

light.

1 View me Lord a work of thine, Shall I then li drownd in night? Might thy grace in me but shine, I should seem made all of light 2 But my soul still surfeits so On the poisond baits of sin That I strange and ugly grow All is dark, and foul within. 3 Cleanse me Lord that I may kneel At thine altar pure and white They that once thy mercies feel Gaze no more on earths delight. 4 Worldly joys like shadows fade, When the heavnly light appears, But the covnants thou hast made Endless, know not days, nor years. 5 In thy word Lord is my trust, To thy mercies fast I fly. Though I am but clay and dust,

Yet thy grace can lift me high. Book: From First Book of Ayres(c. 1613) Transcription: abc transcription Taco Walstra (walstra@wins.uva.nl)

Wise men patience never want

Thomas Campion
Voice

4 2
Wise Fee men

ble

pa spi

tience rits

ne on

ver ly

want. vaunt.

Good Of

men pi ty re venge the

can poor

not est

hide. pride.

Lute

4 2

He

a lone

for

give

that

can,

bears

the

true

soul

of

man.

1 Wise men patience never want, Good men pity cannot hide. Feeble spirits only vaunt. Of revenge the poorest pride. He alone forgive that can, Bears the true soul of a man. 2 Some there are debate that seek, Making trouble their content, Happy if they wrong the meek, Vex them that to peace are bent. Such undo the common tie, Of mankind, society. 3 Kindness grown is, lately, cold, Conscience hath forgot her part. Blessed times were known of old, Long ere law became an art. Shame deterrd, not statutes then, Honest love was law to men. 4 Deeds from love and words that flow Foster like kind April showrs. In the warm sun all things grow, Wholesome fruits and pleasant flowrs All so thrives his gentle rays, Whereon human low displays. Book: First Book of Ayres(c. 1613) Transcription: abc transcription Taco Walstra (walstra@wins.uva.nl)