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music of the heart from 17th century england John Dowland, William Lawes, Henry Lawes, John Coperario, John Ward and Hank Williams



M My Heart and Tongue were Twinnes ~ john dowland

My heart and tongue were twinnes at once conceived Th’eldest was my heart borne dumbe by destinie The last my tongue, of all sweet thoughts bereaved: Yet strung and tuned to play hearts harmonie.

Both knit in one, and yet asunder placed: What heart would speake the tongue doth still discover: What tongue doth speake is of the heart embraced, And both are one to make a new found Lover.

New found, and only found in Gods and Kings, Whose wordes are deedes, but wordes, not deedes, regarded. Chaste thoughts doe mount and flye with swiftest wings, My love with paine, my paine with losse rewarded. Then this be sure, since it is true perfection, That neyther men nor Gods can force affection.

Fear Not, Dear Love


~ henry lawes

Fear not, dear love that I’le reveal Those hours of pleasure we two steal, No eye shall see, nor yet the sun, Descry what thou and I have done.

No ear shall hear our Love, but we As silent as the night will be, The God of Love himself, whose dart Did first wound mine, and then thy heart Shall never know what we can tell, What sweets in stol’n embraces dwell This only means may find it out, If when I die, Physicians doubt

What caus’d my death, and then to view Of all their judgments which was true; Rip up my heart, O then I fear The world will see thy picture there.

Perfect and Endless Circles Are

eart ~ william lawes

Perfect and endless circles are, And such of late mine and my love’s heart were, But if now the red be from my poor heart fled, You are the cause why it is pale and dead, For gazing on your eyes, my heart stood still Amazed was, and thus became both pale and ill; Smile now, and what before was white you’ll view carnation, Being restored by you.

Hope of My Heart ~ john ward

Hope of my heart, Oh, wherefore do the words
 Which your sweet tongue affords No hope impart?
 But cruel without measure
 To my eternal pain, Still thunder forth disdain, 
 On him whose life depends upon your pleasure.

H Cold, Cold Heart ~ hank williams

I tried so hard, my dear, to show that you’re my every dream. Yet you’re afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme A mem’ry from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart Why can’t I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart?

Another love before my time made your heart sad and blue And so my heart is paying now for things I didn’t do In anger unkind words are said that make the teardrops start Why can’t I free your doubtful mind, and melt your cold, cold heart? You’ll never know how much it hurts to see you sad and cry You know you need and want my love yet you’re afraid to try Why do you run and hide from lies, to try it just ain’t smart Why can’t I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart? There was a time when I believed that you belonged to me But now I know your heart is shackled to a memory The more I learn to care for you, the more we drift apart Why can’t I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart?

Dónal Óg

~ traditional irish


A Dhónail Óig má théighir thar farraige, Tabhair mé féin leat ’s ná déan do dhearmad, Beidh agat féirín lá aonaigh ’gus margaidh Agus iníon Rí Gréige mar chéile leaptha agat.

Young Dónal if you go overseas Take me with you, don’t forget me, You’ll have a keepsake on fair and market days And the princess of Greece as a bed companion.

Gheall tú domsa ní nárbh fhéidir, Go dtabharfá laimhinne do chraiceann éisc dom, Go dtabharfá bróga do chraiceann éin dom, Is callaí den tsíoda ba daoire in Éirinn.

You promised me that which was impossible That you would give me gloves of fishskin That you would give me shoes of birdskin And finery of the most expensive silk in Ireland.

Gheall tú domsa is rinne tú bréag liom Go mbeitheá romhamsa ag cró na gcaorach; Lig mé fead agus dhá bhlaoi dhéag ort Is ní raibh romham ach na huain ’s iad a’ méiligh.

You promised me and you told me a lie That you would meet me at the sheep pen; I whistled and called you twelve times over But no one was there save the lambs sadly bleating.

Siúd é an Domhnach a thug mé grá dhuit, An Domhnach díreach roimh Domhnach Cásca, ’s tú ar do ghlúine a’ léamh na Páise ’s bhí mo chroí ’gus m’intinn a leagadh le ghrá dhuit.

That was the Sunday I gave you my love The Sunday right before Easter Sunday, And you on your knees reading the Passion And my heart and my mind melting with love for you.


Tá mo chroí brúite briste Mar a bheadh leac-oidhre ar uachtar uisce Mar a bheadh crotal cró tar éis a bhriste, Nó maighdean óg tar éis di titim.

My own heart is battered and broken Like a sheet of ice on frozen water Like a cluster of nuts after it’s been cracked Or a young maiden after she’s fallen.

Tá mo chroí–se chomh dubh le h-áirne Nó le gual dubh a dhóighfí i gceardta, Nó le bonn bróige ar hallaí bána, ’Gus tá lionndubh mór ós cionn mo gháire.

My own heart is as black as a sloe Or as black coal to be burned in a forge, Or the sole of a shoe on top of a white wall, And a big dark cloud hangs over my laughter

Bhain tú thoir agus bhain tú thiar dhíom, Bhain tú a raibh romham is i mo dhiaidh dhíom, Bhain tú an ghealach is bhain tú an ghrian dhíom, Ach is rí-mhór é m’fhaitíos gur bhain tú Dia dhíom.

You’ve taken the East: and you’ve taken the West from me, You’ve taken what was and what would be for me, You’ve taken the moon and you’ve taken the sun from me, But it’s my very great fear that you’ve taken even God from me.

Cold, Cold Heart, by Hank Williams Arrangement by Harvey Brough Translations ~ Caitríona O’Leary Photography ~ Laelia Milleri Design ~ gazjonesdesign Session producer and Recording engineer ~ John Hadden Remastering ~ Andrew Walton For Additional information about The Dublin Drag Orchestra please visit

Katrine Kirkman ~ Soprano Clara Sanabras ~ Soprano Caitríona O’Leary ~ Mezzo Soprano Ian Honeyman ~ Tenor Harvey Brough ~ Tenor /Guitar Matthew Baker ~ Bass Paulina van Laarhoven ~ Treble Viol Annalisa Papanno ~ Treble Viol David Morris ~ Tenor Viol Sarah Perl ~ Bass Viol Erin Headley ~ Bass Viol / Lirone / Music Direction Jörg Jacobi ~ Harpsichord / Organ

MOTION OF THE HEART My Heart & Tongue were Twinnes (2:06) john dowland (1562 – 1626)

Consort Set a5 in A Minor: Aire (1:52) william lawes (1602 – 1645)

Feare Not, Dear Love (1:17)

henry lawes (1595 – 1662)

Consort Set a5 in A Minor: Fantazy No. 1 (4:51) william lawes (1602 – 1645)

Perfect & Endless Circles (1:58) william lawes (1602 – 1645)

Consort Set a5 in A Minor: Fantazy No. 2 (3:49) william lawes (1602 – 1645)

Hope of my Heart (3:11)

john ward (1571 – 1638)

Dónal Óg (4:14)

traditional irish

Cold, Cold Heart (4:13)

hank williams (1923 – 1953)

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