I wonder how hard it wood be to sneak that one into the house?
Hmmmm.... ;]
If it's a partner you are worried about (say as opposed to actual physical space), hide the lute in the garage, and then woodshed this tune for a bit.
Then bring the tune out with the lute. There isn't enough time to get it together for Valentines day, but ... there will be other occasions coming up, no doubt. And your undying love inspired the purchase of the lute, after all, didn't it?
I can scan the modern tab for you. It is much easier to read than the original.
The song is a pretty standard
"Oh, Baby, Baby, Please, Please, Please!" song, thematically pretty much identical to Keith Richard's
Beast of Burden, as well as to a lot of Soul music.
The word
die in its first instance is used as a metaphorical euphemism as in the French,
la petite mort. The other instances are literal if very dramatically and desperately hyperbolic.
Come again
Sweet love doth now invite
Thy graces that refrain
To do me due delight
To see, to hear
To touch, to kiss
To die with thee again
In sweetest sympathy
To see, to hear
To touch, to kiss
To die with thee again
In sweetest sympathy
Come again
That I may cease to mourn
Through thy unkind disdain
For now left and forlorn
I sit, I sigh
I weep, I faint
I die, in deadly pain
And endless misery
I sit, I sigh
I weep, I faint
I die, in deadly pain
And endless misery
All the day
The sun that lends me shine
By frowns do cause me pine
And feeds me with delay;
Her smiles, my springs
That makes my joys
To grow, Her frowns, her frowns
The Winters of my woe
Her smiles, my springs
That makes my joys
To grow, Her frowns, her frowns
The Winters of my woe
All the night
My sleeps are full of dreams
My eyes are full of streams
My heart takes no delight
To see the fruits
And joys that some
Do find and mark the storms
Are me assign'd
To see the fruits
And joys that some
Do find And mark the storms
Are me assign'd