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Peter Warlock - Spring

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Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king;
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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The British music critic Philip Heseltine (1894-1930) used the pseudonym of “Peter Warlock” for all his published efforts as a composer. After a failed career as a student, Heseltine fell into music criticism and became known as a combative critic under his own name. He also gained a reputation as an exhibitionist and student of Celtic culture and occult practices. The name of Peter Warlock came about as a result of the latter.

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.