Peter Warlock - Hey troly loly lo

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"Hey, troly loly lo, maid, whither go you?"
"I go to the meadow to milk my cow."
"Then at the meadow I will you meet
To gather the flowers both rare and sweet."
"Nay, God forbid, that may not be!
I wis my mother then shall us see."
"Now in this meadow fair and green
We may us sport and not be seen;
Sith I love you, love me again;
Let us make one, though we be twain."
"Nay, in good faith, I'll not mell with you!
I pray you, Sir, let me go milk my cow."
"Then for this once I shall you spare;
But the next time ye must beware
How in the meadow ye milk your cow
Adieu, farewell, and kiss me now!"
"Nay, God forbid, that may not be!
I wis my mother then shall us see."

Release Date: January 01, 1970

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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.