Ensemble Belladonna. Melodious Melancholye: The sweet sounds of medieval England - Les doux sons de l'Angleterre médiévale.
CD info:http://www.medieval.org/emfaq/cds/rau...
Disclaimer: This was taken from the Melodious Melancholye video. I didn't see a single video of this song by the same artist, so I decided to upload a version of it. I in no way own any of the songs or videos made by Ensemble Belladonna of the Melodious Melancholye album.
Lyrics in Middle English:
Ar ne kuth ich sorghe non, nu ich moot imane mi mon; karful, wel sor ich siche. Geltles, tholich muchel schame; help, God, for thi sweete name, king of hevene riche. Jesu Crist, sooth God, sooth man, loverd, thu rew upon me! Of prisun that ich in am bring me ut and make free. Ich and mine feeren sume (God wot ich ne lyghe noht) for othre han misnume been in thys prisun ibroht. Almihti, that wel lihtli (bales hal and boote, hevenking) of this woning ut us bringe moote. Foryef hem, the wikke men, yet it is thi wille, for wos gelt we been ipelt in this prisun ille. Hope non to this live, heer ne mai he bilive; heeghe theh he astighe, deth him felleth to grunde. Nu hath man wele and blisse, rath he shal tharof misse; worldes wele, mid wisse, ne lasteth but on stunde. Maiden that bar the hevenking, biseech thi sune, sweete thing, that he habbe of us rewsing and us bring of this woning for his muchele milse. He us bring ut of this wo and us tache werchen swo in this lif, go wusit go, that we mooten ey and o habben the eeche blisse.
Lyrics in Modern English:
Formerly I knew no sorrow now I must give voice to my grief; full of care, I sigh in great distress. Guiltless, I suffer great shame; Help, God, for thy sweet name, rich king of heaven. Jesus Christ, true God, true man, Lord have pity on me: From the prison that I am in, bring me out and meake me free. I and some of my companions (God know I do not lie) for the misdeeds of others have been cast into this prison. Almighty, who very easily (remedy and cure of pain, King of heaven), out of this misery may you bring us. Forgive them, the wicked men, if it is thy will for whose guilt we are thrust into this evil prison. Let none trust in this life. Here he cannot remain; high though he ascend, death fells him to the ground. Now man has prosperity and bliss, soon he shall lose them; worldly prosperity, for certain, lasts only for an hour. Maiden who bore the King of heaven, beseech thy son, sweet thing, that he have pity on us and bring us from this misery, of his great mercy. May he bring us from this woe and teach us so to act in this life, however things may go, that we may for ever and ever have eternal bliss.
Performers:
Miriam Andersén (voice & harp), Rebecca Bain (voice & fiddle), Susanne Ansorg (fiddle & rebec).
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