8 Sections

1. XXI. Away with these selfe loving lads Ensemble.

   XXI. Away with these selfe loving lads Ensemble.

   John Dowland

   From The First Booke of songs or Ayres of foure parts, with Tableture for the Lute

   • Time signature: 4/4
   • Tempo: 100 (Andante)
   • Key: C/Am

   1. Cantus
   2. Altus
   3. Tenor
   4. Bassus
   5. Lute in G

   MIDI

2. XXI. Away with these selfe loving lads

   XXI. Away with these selfe loving lads

   John Dowland

   • Time signature: 4/4
   • Tempo: 100 (Andante)
   • Key: C/Am

   1. Cantus
   2. Altus
   3. Tenor
   4. Bassus
   5. Lute in G

   MIDI

3. XXI. Away with these selfe loving lads Cantus

   XXI. Away with these selfe loving lads Cantus

   John Dowland

   • Time signature: 4/4
   • Tempo: 100 (Andante)
   • Key: C/Am

   1. Cantus

   MIDI

4. XXI. Away with these selfe loving lads Altus

   XXI. Away with these selfe loving lads Altus

   John Dowland

   • Time signature: 4/4
   • Tempo: 100 (Andante)
   • Key: F/Dm

   1. Altus

   MIDI

5. XXI. Away with these selfe loving lads Tenor

   XXI. Away with these selfe loving lads Tenor

   John Dowland

   • Time signature: 4/4
   • Tempo: 100 (Andante)
   • Key: C/Am

   1. Tenor

   MIDI

6. XXI. Away with these selfe loving lads Bassus

   XXI. Away with these selfe loving lads Bassus

   John Dowland

   • Time signature: 4/4
   • Tempo: 100 (Andante)
   • Key: C/Am

   1. Bassus

   MIDI

7. XXI. Away with these selfe loving lads Lute

   XXI. Away with these selfe loving lads Lute

   John Dowland

   • Time signature: 4/4
   • Tempo: 100 (Andante)
   • Key: F/Dm

   1. Lute in G

   MIDI

8. XXI. Away with these selfe loving lads Cantus

   XXI. Away with these selfe loving lads Cantus

   John Dowland

   God Cupid's shaft, like destiny, Doth either good or ill decree: Desert is born out of his bow, Reward upon his foot doth go. What fools are they that have not known That Love likes no laws but his own? My songs they be of Cynthia's praise, I wear her rings on holidays, On every tree I write her name, And every day I read the same: Where Honour, Cupid's rival is, There miracles are seen of his. If Cynthia crave her ring of me, I blot her name out of the tree. If doubt do darken things held dear, Then well fare nothing once a year: For many run, but one must win, Fools only hedge the cuckoo in. The worth that worthiness should move Is love,which is the bow of Love; And love as well the for'ster can As can the mighty nobleman: Sweet saint, 'tis true you worthy be, Yet without love naught worth to me.

   • Time signature: 4/4
   • Tempo: 100 (Andante)
   • Key: C/Am

   1. Lute in G

   MIDI