Selected text (#296) / Source: GB-Ob MS Ashm. 36–7, f. 167
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GB-Ob MS Ashm. 36–7 |
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f. 167 |
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To his sacr’d Matie A Song for the new Yeare 1665 |
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Transcribed by Estelle Murphy, July 2022. |
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Come Loyall hearts, make no delay
the old year’s dead
and in his stead,
The rosie morning doth display,
a glorious bright new yeare;
make hast then, come away,
Our duties let’s express, with voyces cleare
and well tun’d notes,
Yet sweetly let us voyce sing our voates,
and gently touch the Strings:
Lest from our Sovereign’s eyes,
a sleepe far sweeter rise,
than is the voyce that sings:
they must beware that waken kings.
Long may our Sovereign reigne: & still be blest best
of Kings: & paterne to the rest.
May all the minutes of his lyfe
pass slowly on, as if at strife
wch Conquest should have leave to stay,
& bring him furthest on his way.
And whilst unwillingly they pass,
Let them track tyme an other pace;
That the old Sir may take a pleasure
To waite on him, at greater leisure
Meane while let us whose faculties abound,
in nothing but in Ayre & sound:
With heart & voyce &prophetically sing;
this yeare propitiously shall bring
Encrease of Empire, with blest yssue to our King.
The words by Nich. Lanier, & the Musick by Mathew Lock.
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