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The Cuckoo Song
03:09
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THE CUCKOO SONG lyrics by Shakespeare, music by Diane Nalini
When daisies pied and violets blue
And lady-smocks all silver-white
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight
The cuckoo then on every tree,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he:
“Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo!”
Oh word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks,
When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he:
“Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo!”
Oh word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!
-- from Love's Labour’s Lost
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Sigh No More
05:03
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SIGH NO MORE lyrics by Shakespeare, music by Diane Nalini
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more.
Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into hey nonny, nonny.
Sing no more ditties, sing no more
Of dumps so dull and heavy.
The fraud of men was ever so
Since summer first was leafy.
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into hey, nonny, nonny.
-- from Much Ado About Nothing
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3. |
For Love Of You
04:00
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FOR LOVE OF YOU lyrics: Shakespeare, music: Diane Nalini
When I consider everything that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheered and check'd even by the selfsame sky,
Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,
And wear their brave state out of memory
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay
Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay
To change your day of youth to sullied night
And all in war with Time for love of you,
As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
-- Sonnet XV
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Rain Every Day
08:25
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RAIN EVERY DAY lyrics: Shakespeare, music: Diane Nalini
When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came to man’s estate,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
’Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came, alas! to wive,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came unto my beds,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With toss-pots still had drunken heads,
For the rain it raineth every day.
A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
But that’s all one, our play is done,
And we’ll strive to please you every day.
-- From Twelfth Night
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5. |
Desi's Blues
04:36
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DESI'S BLUES lyrics: Shakespeare, music: Diane Nalini
A poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
Sing all the green willow,
Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
Sing willow, willow, willow.
The fresh streams ran by her and murmured her moans,
Sing willow, willow, willow
Her salt tears ran from her and soften'd the stones
Sing willow, willow, willow
Sing all a green willow must be in my garland,
Let nobody blame him, his scorn I approve
I called my love false love, but what said he then?
Sing willow, willow, willow
If I court more women, you'll couch with more men.
-- From Othello
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Mistress Mine
04:44
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MISTRESS MINE lyrics by Shakespeare, music by Diane Nalini
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.
-- From Twelfth Night
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7. |
The Fabulous Minstrel
03:43
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THE FABULOUS MINSTREL lyrics by Shakespeare, music by Diane Nalini
Orpheus with his lute made trees
And the mountain tops that freeze
Bow themselves when he did sing:
To his music plants and flowers
Ever sprung; as sun and showers
There had made a lasting spring.
Every thing that heard him play,
Even the billows of the sea,
Hung their heads and then lay by.
In sweet music is such art,
Killing care and grief of heart
Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
-- From Henry VIII
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8. |
Take Those Lips Away
03:06
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TAKE THOSE LIPS AWAY lyrics by Shakespeare, music by Diane Nalini
Take, oh, take those lips away
That so sweetly were forsworn
And those eyes, like break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn;
But my kisses bring again,
Seals of love, though sealed in vain.
-- From Measure For Measure
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The Lover And His Lass
03:10
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THE LOVER AND HIS LASS lyrics by Shakespeare, music by Diane Nalini
It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o’er the green cornfield did pass,
In springtime, 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,
Those pretty country folks would lie,
In springtime, 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 springtime, 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 crownèd with the prime
In springtime, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
-- From As You Like It
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10. |
The Beauty Of Your Eyes
05:15
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THE BEAUTY OF YOUR EYES lyrics by Shakespeare, music by Diane Nalini
Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were filled with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies;
Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces.'
So should my papers, yellowed with their age,
Be scorned, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be termed a poet's rage
And stretched metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You would live twice, in it, and in my rhyme.
-- Sonnet XVII
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11. |
Be Merry
03:38
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BE MERRY lyrics: Shakespeare, music: Diane Nalini
Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer
And praise God for the merry year
When flesh is cheap and females dear
And lusty lads roam here and there
So merrily, and ever among so merrily
Be merry, be merry, my wife has all
For women are shrews, both short and tall
’Tis merry in hall when beards wag all
And welcome merry Shrove-tide
Be merry, be merry
-- From Henry IV, Part II
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12. |
She Loves Another
02:58
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SHE LOVES ANOTHER lyrics: Shakespeare, music: Diane Nalini
Hey, Robin, jolly Robin,
Tell me how thy lady does.
My lady is unkind, perdie.
Alas, why is she so?
She loves another.
-- From Twelfth Night
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13. |
Goodbye To The Devil
04:00
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GOODBYE TO THE DEVIL lyric: Shakespeare, music: Diane Nalini
I am gone, sir
And anon, sir
I'll be with you again,
in a trice,
Like to the old vice,
Your need to sustain;
Who with dagger of lath
In his rage and his wrath
Cries, ah ha! to the devil:
Like a mad lad,
Pare thy nails, dad
Adieu, good man devil.
-- From Twelfth Night
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TILL THE WORLD GOES ROUND lyrics: Shakespeare, music: Diane Nalini
Come thou monarch of the vine
Plumpy Bacchus, with pink eye !
In thy vats our cares be drowned
With thy grapes out hairs be crowned
Cup us till the world go round
Cup us till the world go round!
-- From Antony and Cleopatra
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15. |
Under The Blossom
03:40
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UNDER THE BLOSSOM lyrics: Shakespeare, music: Diane Nalini
Where the bee sucks, there suck I
In a cowslip’s bell I lie
There I couch when owls do cry
On the bat’s back I do fly
After summer merrily
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom
That hangs on the bough
-- From The Tempest
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Diane Nalini
Diane Nalini sings and composes in four languages. She's sung at festivals around the globe, and given gala performances for President Bill Clinton and Sir Paul McCartney. She was nominated for the Grand Prix de Jazz at the 2002 Montreal International Jazz Festival and won 2nd prize in the UK’s Young Jazz Vocalist of the Year awards for 2001. Her original songs have been featured in several films. ... more
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