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Whurret ! Duty, Beauty,

Quando, Timble, Travel,

Trover, Jew, Damsel,

Hey dogs hey ! Ware haunt hay !

Sith sickles and the shearing scythe

Hath shorn the fields of late,

Now shall our hawks and we be blithe,

Dame Partridge ware your pate !

Our murdering kites

In all their flights

Will seld or never miss

To truss you ever and make your bale our bliss.

Whurret ! Wanton, Sugar, Mistress,

Semster, Faver, Minx,

Callis, Dover, Sant,

Dancer, Jerker, Quoy,

Whurret ! Tricker, Crafty, Minion,

Dido, Civil, Lemmon,

Cherry, Carver, Courtier,

Stately, Ruler, German,

Whurret, let fly !

O well flown, eager kite, mark !

We falconers thus make sullen kites

Yield pleasure fit for kings,

And sport with them in those delights,

And oft in other things.

L’ami Britten l’a mis en musique. Vous pouvez l’écouter ici, chanté par l’ami Bostridge. Il s’agit du n°13, intitulée Dance of death.

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