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Harke, harke wot yee wat
Staff Notation • Secular, Lute songs
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Harke, harke wot yee wat by Robert Jones — Lyrics
Harke, harke wot you what, nay faith and shall I tell
I am afraide to die a maid and so lead apes in hell.
Oh it makes me sigh and sob with inward griefe,
but if I can but get a man, heele yeeld me some reliefe.
O it is strange how nature works with me,
My body is spent and I lament my own great folly,
O it makes me sigh and powre forth flouds of teares,
Alas poore else none but thy selfe would live,
having such cares
O now I see that fortune frownes on me
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About Harke, harke wot yee wat
This English secular song, Harke, harke wot yee wat, is set for an SAB choir. Robert Jones, a composer known for his lute songs, presents a text that speaks with a mixture of humour and pathos about a maiden's anxieties. The lyrics express her fear of dying a maid and the resulting sorrow and tears, contrasted with her desire for relief through finding a husband. The song captures the internal conflict and emotional turmoil of the narrator as she laments her 'folly' and the perceived 'frowns of fortune', painting a vivid picture of maidenly concerns in a bygone era.
