Peter Warlock - Spring
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The palm and may make country houses gay
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit
In every street these tunes our ears do greet
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
Spring! The sweet Spring!
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Biography
Most of Warlock’s music is for the human voice, either solo or choral, although his orchestral Capriol Suite is one of his most popular works. Heseltine died as a result of asphyxiation from coal gas, a probable suicide.