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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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Peter Warlock

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.

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