William Shakespeare's Birthday Anniversary

Tab 1 Feature:

26 April 2016
A Birthday Anniversary

William Shakespeare
The Bard
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)

Earl Wrightson
Baritone

1964

- It Was a Lover and His Lass 2'08"
from "As You Like It"
Act V, Scene III
(Shakespeare, arr. Hyman)
See lyrics below.

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Tab 2 Feature:

26 April 2016
A Birthday Anniversary

William Shakespeare
The Bard
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)

Earl Wrightson
Baritone

1964

- O Mistress Mine 2'43"
from "Twelfth Night"
Act II, Scene III
(Shakespeare, arr. Hyman)
See lyrics below.


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Selected Shakespeare lyrics:

As You Like It
ACT V SCENE III
"It Was a Lover and His Lass"

It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green corn-field did pass

In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding:
Sweet lovers love the spring.

Between the acres of the rye,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino
These pretty country folks would lie,

In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding:
Sweet lovers love the spring.

This carol they began that hour,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
How that a life was but a flower

In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding:
Sweet lovers love the spring.

And therefore take the present time,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino;
For love is crowned with the prime

In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding:
Sweet lovers love the spring.


Twelfth Night
Act II Scene III
"O Mistress Mine"

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 lovers meeting,
Every wise man’s son doth know.

What is love? ’tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What’s to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth’s a stuff will not endure.