by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Arise, get up my dear
Language: English
Arise, get up, my deere, arise, my deere, make hast to be gone thee, lo where the bride faire Daphne, bright, where the bride faire Daphne bright tarries on thee. Harke, o, harke you merry merry maydens squealing: spice cake sopps in wyne are now dealing, spice cake sops in wyne are a dealing, Runne then run a pace, so get a bride lace, and a guilt Rosemary branch the while yet ther is catching, and then hould fast for feare of old snatching. Alas my deere why weep she, O feare not that, deere love the next day keep wee, List hark you Minstrells, how fine they firck it? and how the maids irck it, with Kate and Will, Tom and Gill, now a skip, then a trip, finely set a loft, here againe as oft, o blessed holly day, List harck you Minstrells, how fine they firck it? and how the maides irck it, with Kate and Will, Tom and Gill, now a skip, then a trip, finely set a loft ther again as oft, hey ho blessed holly, holly day.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Thomas Morley (1557 - 1602), "Arise, get up my dear", published 1593 [ vocal trio a cappella ], from Canzonets, or Little Short Songs to Three Voices, no. 20, London: Thomas Este [sung text checked 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2024-05-10
Line count: 20
Word count: 183