Under The Greenwood Tree

by Victoria Girling-Butcher

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"In approaching these song settings I was driven by one impulse; to create something timeless. Melodies that might last in thought and serve the lyric. Hopefully we achieved something of that ambition"

Paul McLaney - Director of Music, Pop-up Globe

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released March 31, 2017

Performed by:
Victoria Girling-Butcher - vocals
Paul McLaney - guitars & vocals
Oscar West - fiddle, Irish whistles, recorders and pipes.
Shimna Higgins - fiddle
Bruce Lynch - bass and orchestrations

All music written by Paul McLaney
All lyrics by William Shakespeare
Produced by Paul McLaney & Bruce Lynch
Mixed & engineered by Bruce Lynch

Recorded at The Boatshed, Auckland, Aotearoa

All titles published by Mushroom Music

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Track Name: Under The Greenwood Tree
Under The Greenwood Tree
(from 'As You Like It')

Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.

Who doth ambition shun
And loves to live i' the sun,
Seeking the food he eats,
And pleased with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
Track Name: It Was A Lover And His Lass
It Was A Lover And His Lass
(from 'As You Like It')

It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green corn-field did pass,
In the spring time, 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,
These pretty country folks would lie,
In the spring time, 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 life was but a flower
In the spring time, 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 crown`d with the prime
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
Track Name: The Willow Song
The Willow Song
(from 'Othello')

The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
Sing all a green willow;
Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
Sing willow, willow, willow
The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans
Sing willow, willow, willow
Her salt tears fell from her, and soften'd the stones;
Sing willow, willow, willow
Sing all green willow must be my garland.
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...
Track Name: Non Nobis
Non Nobis
(from 'Henry V')

Non nobis Domine,
non nobis Domine,
Sed nomine
Sed nomine
Tuo da gloriam
Track Name: What Shall He Have That Killed The Deer?
What Shall He Have That Killed The Deer?
(from 'As You Like It')

What shall he have that killed the deer?
His leather skin and horns to wear.
Then sing him home.
(The rest shall bear this burden.)
Take thou no scorn to wear the horn.
It was a crest ere thou wast born.
Thy father’s father wore it,
And thy father bore it.
The horn, the horn, the lusty horn
Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.
Track Name: Blow, Blow Thou Winter Wind
Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind
(from 'As You Like It')

Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky,
That does not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As a friend remembered not.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Track Name: Goddess
Goddess Of The Night
(from 'Much Ado About Nothing')

Pardon, goddess of the night,
Those that slew thy virgin knight,
For the which with songs of woe
Round about her tomb they go.
Midnight, assist our moan.
Help us to sigh and groan
Heavily, heavily.
Graves, yawn and yield your dead,
Till death be utterèd,
Heavily, heavily.
Track Name: Juno
Juno
(from 'As You Like It')

Wedding is great Juno’s crown,
O blessèd bond of board and bed.
'Tis Hymen peoples every town.
High wedlock then be honorèd.
Honor, high honor, and renown,
To Hymen, god of every town.
Track Name: Sigh No More
Sigh No More
(from 'Much Ado About Nothing')

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.