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Day
19
Month
November
Year
1929
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Season: 1929-1930
Concert: Third
Complete Series: 1784
Hill Auditorium Ann Arbor, Michigan

UNIVERSITY MUSICAL SOCIETY
CHARLES A. SINK. PRESIDENT
EARL V. MOORE. MUSICAL DIHECTOR
Fiftig-First Annual
Choral Union Concert Series
HILL AUDITORIUM
ANN ARBOR, MICHIGAN
THE ENGLISH SINGERS
Flora Mann Norman Stone
Nellie Carson Norman Notley
Lillian Berger Cuthbert Kelly
Tuesday Evening, November 19,1929, at 8:15
PROGRAM
Motets
Turn our captivity .........................................William Byrd
Agnus Dei .................................................William Byrd
This glad day ..............................................William Byrd
Ballet and Madrigals
Sing we and chant it ......................................Thomas Morley
The Silver Swan.........................................Orlando Gibbons
Sweet Honey-Sucking Bees ..................................John Wilbye
Folk Songs
A Farmer's Son ........................Arranged by R. Vaughan Williams
Brigg Fair ..................................Arranged by Percy Grainger
Wassail Song ..........................Arranged by R. Vaughan Williams
INTERMISSION
Rota, Duet, The Cryes of London
Sumer is icumen in ......................................John of Fornsete
Duet: John, Come Kiss Me Now (16th Century)......................
...................................".......Arranged by B. W. Naylor
The Cryes of London (From the "Fancies" of Orlando Gibbons, Thomas
Weelkes, and Richard Dering)..............Arranged by Gordon Jacob
Madrigal, Song; and Ballet
Weep, O Mine Eyes ............................John Bennet (circa 1600)
Hawking for the Heron and Duck ............................John Bennet
Welcome, Sweet Pleasure ................................Thomas Weelkes
The edition of the madrigal music is by Dr. B. H. Fellowes. Publishers:
Stabler & Bell, Ltd., co Ricordi, Nezv York City. Tour under the Direction of the Metropolitan Musical Bureau, New York
City. The Steinway Piano and the Skinner Organ are the official concert itistruments of the University Musical Society. The furniture used is supplied through the courtesy of Mack and Company.
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ARS LONGA VITA BREVIS
MOTET WILLIAM BYRD
Turn our captivity, O Lord,
As a brook in the south.
They that sow in tears,
Shall reap in joyfulness.
Going they went and wept
Casting their seeds,
But coming, they shall come with jollity,
Carrying their sheaves with them.
MOTET WILLIAM BYRD
Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi,
miserere nobis. Dona nobis pacem.
MOTET WILLIAM BYRD
This glad day the Lord himself hath made. Sing his praises with rejoicing and gladness. Alleluia.
BALLET THOMAS MORLEY
Sing we and chant it,
While love doth grant it,
Fa la la!
Not long youth lasteth And old age hasteth, Now is best leisure, To take our pleasure, Fa la la!
All things invite us Now to delight us, Fa la la!
Hence care be packing, No mirth be lacking, Let spare no treasure To live in pleasure, Fa la la!
MADRIGAL ORLANDO GIBBONS The Silver Swan, who, living had no
note, When death approached, unlocked her
silent throat, Leaning her breast against the reedy
shore, Thus sung her first and last, and sung
no more. "Farewell all joys, O Death, come close
mine eyes, More geese than swans now live, more
fools than wise."
MADRIGAL JOHN WILBYE
Sweet honey-sucking Bees, why do you
still
Surfeit on Roses, Pinks, and Violets, As if the choicest nectar lay in them Wherewith you store your curious cabinets
Ah, make your flight to Melisuaviae's
lips; There may you revel in Ambrosian
cheer.
Where smiling Roses and sweet Lilies sit, Keeping their spring-tide graces all the
year. Yet sweet, take heed, all sweets are hard
to get; Sting not her soft lips, oh beware of
that: For if one flaming dart come from her
eye, Was never dart so sharp, ah, then you
die!
FOLK SONG
Arr. by R. VAUGHAN WILLIAMS "A Farmer's Son"
A farmer's son so sweet Was keeping of his sheep, And careless fell asleep, While his lambs were playing.
A fair young lady gay, By chance she came that way, And sound asleep he lay, Whom she loved so dear.
She kissed his lips so sweet As he lay fast asleep. "I fear my heart will break For you, my dear."
She said: "Awake I pray, The sun is on the hay; Your flock will go astray From you, my dear.
"For your sweet sake alone, I wandered from my home; My friends are dead and gone; I am left alone."
His flock he laid aside: Made her his gentle bride. In wed-lock she was tied To the farmer's son.
FOLK SONG
Arr. by PERCY A. GRAINGER "Brigg Fair"
It was on the fifth of August, the weather
fine and fair Unto Brigg Fair I did repair, for to love
I was inclined.
I rose up with the lark in the morning, with my heart so full of glee,
Of thinking there to meet my dear, long time I'd wished to see.
I took hold of her lily white hand-o, and
merrily was her heart. And now we're met together I hope we
ne'er shall part.
For it's meeting is a pleasure and parting is a grief,
But an unconstant lover is worse than any thief.
The green leaves they shall wither and
the branches they shall die If ever I prove false to her, to the girl
that loves me.
FOLK SONG
Arr. by R. VAUGHAN WILLIAMS "Wassah, Song"
Wassail, Wassail, all over the town, Our bread it is white and our ale it is
brown, Our bowl it is made of the green maple
tree, In the wassail bowl we'll drink unto thee.
Here's a health to the ox and to his right eye,
Pray God send our master a good Christmas pie,
A good Christmas pie as e'er I did see,
In the wassail bowl we'll drink unto thee.
Here's a health to the ox and to his
right horn, Pray God send our master a good crop
of corn,
A good crop of corn as e'er I did see, In the wassail bowl we'll drink unto thee.
Here's a health to the ox and to his
long tail, Pray God send our master a good cask
of ale,
A good cask of ale as e'er I did see, In the wassail bowl we'll drink unto thee.
Come, butler, come fill us a bowl of the
best, Then I pray that your soul in heaven
may rest; But if you do bring us a bowl of the
small, May the devil take butler, bowl and all!
Then here's to the maid in the lily-white
smock, Who tripped to the door and slipped back
the lock, Who tripped to the door and pulled back
the pin For to let these jolly wassailers walk in.
ROTA JOHN OF FORNSETE
"Sumer Is Icumen In" Summer is a-coming in, Loudly sing, cuckoo! Grows the seed, and blows the mead, And grows the wood anew. Sing cuckoo!
The ewe is bleating for her lamb;
Lows for her calf the cow; The bullock leaps, the buck grows bold,
Merry sing cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo, well singest thou, cuckoo;
Never shalt thou cease now Sing cuckoo, now, sing cuckoo,
Sing cuckoo, sing cuckoo, now!
DUET (16th Century)
Arr. by E. W. NAYLOR "John, Come Kiss Me Now" Wife:
John, come kiss me now, John, come kiss me by and by, And make no more ado.
Husband:
Peace, I'm angry now, Peace, I'm angry at the heart And know not what to do. Wives can faine and wives can flatter, (Have I not hit them now) When once they begin they still do
chatter. And so does my wife too.
Wife: And wives have many fair words and
looks,
(Have I not hit them now) And draw silly men on folly's hooks.
Husband:
Now of my song I'll make an end. Lo, here, I quit thee now.' All evil wives to the devil I send, Among them my wife too.
THE CRYES OF LONDON
Arr. by GORDON JACOB
Watchman) God give you good morrow my masters, past three o'clocke and a faire morning.
fiNew mussels, new lily-white mussels. Hot coddlings, hot. New coccles, new greate coccles.
ffNew great sprats, New greate lamprils, New fresh herrings, New haddocks new. New thornbacks new. (Ha
ye any corns on your feet or toes) Hot apple pies hot. Hot pippin pies hot. Fine pomegranates fine.
flBuy any ink, will you buy any ink Very fine writing ink.
ifOysters, oysters, oysters. Threepence a pecke at Bridewell docke. New Wall-fleet oysters.
Town Cryer) O-Yes! If any man or woman can tell any tydings of a grey mare, with a long mane and a short tayle. She halts downe right before and is starke lame behind, and was lost this thirtieth day of February. He that can tell any tydings of her, let him come to the Cryer, and he shall have well for his hier.
flHave you any boots, mayds, or have you any shoone, or an old payre of buskins. Will you buy any brooms An old payre of boots, mayds, or a new payre of shoone, or an old payre of buskins for all my green broome.
ftWhat kitchen stuff have ye mayds My mother was an honest wife, and twenty years she led this life.
UWill you buy any Rock-salt sampiere, or a cake of good ginger bread Have ye any wood to cleave
(The Cooper) A cooper I am and have been long, and hooping is my trade and married I am to as pretty a wench as ever God hath made. Have ye work for a cooper
ffRipe walnuts ripe. Ripe chestnuts ripe. Ripe raspberries ripe. Ripe harty-chokes ripe. Cherries ripe, ripe, ripe. Pips fine. Fine pears ripe. Medlars fine.
flWill ye buy any Aqua vitae or Rosa solis fine-a.
flHard St. Thomas onions hard.
ifMy sprats, my sprats, twopence-a-peck, twopence-a-peck; twopence-a-peck, at Milford stairs.
fl(Twinkle downe tavye).
flPity the poor women for the Lord's sake, good men of God pity the poor women. Poor and cold and comfortless in the deep dungeon.
SONG JOHN BENNET
"Hawking for the Heron and Duck" Lure, falconers! give warning to the
field. Let fly! let fly! make mounting herons
to yield. Die, fearful ducks, and climb no more
so high,
The nyas-hawk will kiss the azure sky. But when our soarhawks fly and stiff
winds blow, Then long too late we falconers cry
"Hey lo!"
BALLET THOMAS WEELKES
Welcome, sweet pleasure, my wealth and
treasure
To haste our playing, there's no delaying. No, no, no, No, no, no. This mirth delights me, when sorrow
frights me, Then sing we all Fa la la.
Sorrow content thee, mirth must prevent
thee, Though much thou grievest, thou none
relievest,
No, no, no, No, no, no. Joy come delight me, though sorrows
spite me. Then sing we all Fa la la.

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