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A three-part version of de Sermisy's chanson, publ. 1539 (the earlier four-part version had been published in 1534, and is also available at notAmos). This edition is offered at original pitch for S.S.T. or transposed down a fourth for A.A.B. A version arranged for dance band is appended. This piece is intended for dancing, and should be reinforced by percussion, observing the rhythms suggested by e.g. Thoinot Arbeau.
Lyrics: Anon
Par fin dépit, je m'en irai seulette
Au joli bois, &a grave; l'ombre d'un buisson,
En attendant passer ma marrisson;
Et que j'aurai ma volonté parfaite.
Out of spite, I'm going alone
to the greenwood, to a bush's shade,
Waiting for my mardiness to disperse;
And that is my express wish.
Par fin dépit, je m'en irai seulette
Au joli bois, &a grave; l'ombre d'un buisson,
En attendant passer ma marrisson;
Et que j'aurai ma volonté parfaite.
Out of spite, I'm going alone
to the greenwood, to a bush's shade,
Waiting for my mardiness to disperse;
And that is my express wish.