Now is the month of Maying, When merry lads are playing. Fa la la... Each with his bonny lass, upon the greeny… — Thomas Morley Copy Share Image
Now is the month of Maying, When merry lads are playing. Fa la la... Each with his bonny lass, upon the greeny grass. Fa… — Thomas Morley Copy Share Image
You must in your music be wavering like the wind; sometimes wanton, sometimes drooping, sometimes grave and staid, otherwhile effeminate; and the more variety… — Thomas Morley Copy Share Image
