Peter Warlock - Piggésnie
She is so proper and so pure Full steadfast, stable and demure There is none such, ye may be sure As my sweet sweeting When I behold my sweeting sweet Her face, her
Peter Warlock - The Birds
When Jesus Christ was four years old The angels brought Him toys of gold Which no man ever had bought or sold And yet with these He would not play He made Him small fowl out
Peter Warlock - To the Memory of a Great Singer
Bright is the ring of words When the right man rings them Fair the fall of songs When the singer sings them Still are they carolled and said - On wings they are carried -
Peter Warlock - Tom Tyler
I am a poor tiler in simple array And get a poor living, but eightpence a day My wife as i get it, doth spend it away; The proverb reporteth, no man can deny {for}2
Peter Warlock - The Cricketers of Hambledon
I'll make a song of Hambledon, and sing it at "The George" Of balls that flew from Beldham's bat like sparks from Fennex' forge; The centuries of Aylward, and a
Peter Warlock - Bethlehem Down
When He is King we will give him the Kings' gifts Myrrh for its sweetness, and gold for a crown Beautiful robes’, said the young girl to Joseph Fair with her first-born on
Peter Warlock - Benedicamus Domino
Procedenti puero Eya, nobis annus est! Virginis ex utero Gloria! Laudes! Deus homo factus est et immortalis Sine viri semine Eya, nobis annus est! Natus est de
Peter Warlock - And wilt thou leave me thus?
And wilt thou leave me thus! Say nay, say nay, for shame! -- To save thee from the blame Of all my grief and grame And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay! say nay!
Peter Warlock - Sigh No More, Ladies
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more Men were deceivers ever; One foot in sea and one on shore; To one thing constant never Then sigh not so But let them go And be you
Peter Warlock - Sweet and Twenty
O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear, your true love's coming That can sing both high and low Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in