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Peter WarlockEste youtube contiene tres de sus canciones en un recital en directo del tenor Richard Lewis
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hNhIEKV7SzsSleepCome, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving
Lock me in delight awhile;
Let some pleasing [dreams]1 beguile
All my fancies; that from thence
[I may feel]2 an influence
All my powers of care bereaving.
Though but a shadow, but a sliding,
Let me know some little joy!
We that suffer long annoy
Are contented with a thought
Through an idle fancy wrought:
O let my joys have some abiding!
Away to TwiverAnd did you not hear of a mirth that befell
The morrow after a wedding day,
At carrying a bride at home to dwell?
And away to Twiver, away, away!
The quintain was set and the garlands were made,
'Tis pity old custom should ever decay;
And woe be to him that was horsed on a jade,
For he carried no credit away, away!
We met a consort of fiddle-de-dees,
We set them a-cockhorse, and made them to play
The Winning of Bullen and Upsiefrees;
And away to Twiver, away, away!
There was ne'er a lad in all the parish
That would go to the plough, to the plough that day
But on his forehorse his wench he carries;
And away to Twiver, away, away!
The butler was quick and the ale he did tap,
The maidens did make the chamber full gay;
The serving men gave me a fuddleing cap,
And I did carry it away, away!
The smith of the town his liquor so took
That he was persuaded the ground look'd blue;
And I dare boldly to swear on a book
Such smiths as he there are but a few.
A posset was made and the women did sip,
And simpering said they could eat no more;
Full many a maid was laid on the lip:
I'll say no more but so give o'er.
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