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X:1
T:XXI. Away with these selfe loving lads
T:Cantus.
C: John Dowland
O: From The First Booke of songs or Ayres of foure parts, with Tableture for the Lute
L:1/4
M:C|
N:Original time signature is a backwards C with a slash
%%MIDI nobarlines
%%MIDI ratio 2 1
N:Original clef, C on first line
K:G mix
z2 z G B > c d e | d B A 
w: 1.~A- way with these selfe lov- ing lads, 
w: 2.~God Cu- pids shaft, like de- sti- nie,
w: 3.~My songs they be of Chn- this praise,
w: 4.~If Cyn- thia crave her ring of mee,
w: 5.~The worth that worth- i- nesse should move
B c > c B c | A A G2 
w: Whom Cu- pids ar- row ne- ver glads.
w: Doth ey- ther good or ill de- cree:
w: I weare her rings on ho- ly dayes,
w: I blot her name out of the tree
w: Is love, which is the bowe of love;
z2 z D | ^F > G A d c B A3/2
w: A- way poore soules that sigh and weep,
w: De- sert is borne out of his bow,
w: On e- very tree I write her name,
w: If doubt do dar- ken things held deare,
w: And love as well the Fos- ter can,
A/ | B > B c B A G A2 
w: In love of them that lie and sleepe.
w: Re- ward up- on his foot doth goe.
w: And e- very day I reade the same:
w: Then wel- fare no- thing once a yeare:
w: As can the migh- ty No- ble- man:
K:G dor
|: z2 z B B > B B B  |B d c
w: For Cu- pid is a me- dow God, 
w: What fools are they that have not known
w: Where ho- nor, Cu- pids ri- vall is,
w: For ma- ny run, but one must win,
w: Sweet Saint, tis true you wor- thy be,
A B d c B A > A G2 :|
w: And for- ceth none to kisse the rod.
w: That love likes no lawes but his own?
w: There mi- ra- cles are seene of his.
w: Fools one- ly hedge the Cu- ckoe in.
w: Yet with- out love nought worth to me.

X:2
T:XXI. Away with these selfe loving lads
T:Altus.
C: John Dowland
O: From The First Booke of songs or Ayres of foure parts, with Tableture for the Lute
L:1/4
M:C|
%%MIDI nobarlines
%%MIDI ratio 2 1
N:Original clef, C on second line
K:G mix
z2 z D G > G G G G G ^F 
w: 1.~A- way with these selfe lov- ing lads, 
w: 2.~God Cu- pids shaft, like de- sti- nie,
w: 3.~My songs they be of Chn- this praise,
w: 4.~If Cyn- thia crave her ring of mee,
w: 5.~The worth that worth- i- nesse should move
G E > E G G G ^F G2
w: Whom Cu- pids ar- row ne- ver glads.
w: Doth ey- ther good or ill de- cree:
w: I weare her rings on ho- ly dayes,
w: I blot her name out of the tree
w: Is love, which is the bowe of love;
z2 z A D > D D/ E/ ^F/ G/ A G ^F3/2 
w: A- way poore soules _ _ that sigh and weep,
w: De- sert is borne _ _ out of his bow,
w: On e- very tree _ _ I write her name,
w: If doubt do dar- * _ ken things held deare,
w: And love as well _ _ the Fos- ter can,
F/ G > G E/ ^F/ G ^F E ^F2
w: In love of those _ that lie and sleepe.
w: Re- ward up- on _ his foot doth goe.
w: And e- very day _ I reade the same:
w: Then wel- fare no- * thing once a yeare:
w: As can the migh- * ty No- ble- man:
K:G dor
|:z2 z F F > F G F F B A
w: For Cu- pid is a me- dow God, 
w: What fools are they that have not known
w: Where ho- nor, Cu- pids ri- vall is,
w: For ma- ny run, but one must win,
w: Sweet Saint, tis true you wor- thy be,
F D > B A/ G/ G2 ^F G2 :|
w: And for- ceth none to kisse the rod.
w: That love likes no lawes but his own?
w: There mi- ra- cles are seene of his.
w: Fools one- ly hedge the Cu- ckoe in.
w: Yet with- out love nought worth to me.

X:3
T:XXI. Away with these selfe loving lads
T:Tenor.
C: John Dowland
O: From The First Booke of songs or Ayres of foure parts, with Tableture for the Lute
L:1/4
M:C|
%%MIDI nobarlines
%%MIDI ratio 2 1
N: Original clef, C on third line
K:G mix -8va
%%MIDI transpose -12
z2 z B d > c B c B d d 
w: 1.~A- way with these selfe lov- ing lads, 
w: 2.~God Cu- pids shaft, like de- sti- nie,
w: 3.~My songs they be of Chn- this praise,
w: 4.~If Cyn- thia crave her ring of mee,
w: 5.~The worth that worth- i- nesse should move
d c > c d e d > c B2
w: Whom Cu- pids ar- row ne- ver glads.
w: Doth ey- ther good or ill de- cree:
w: I weare her rings on ho- ly dayes,
w: I blot her name out of the tree
w: Is love, which is the bowe of love;
z2 z ^F/ G/ A > G ^F A A d d3/2
w: A- * way poore soules that sigh and weep,
w: De- * sert is borne out of his bow,
w: On * e- very tree I write her name,
w: If * doubt do dar- ken things held deare,
w: And * love as well the Fos- ter can,
d/ d > d c d d > G d2
w: In love of them that lie and sleepe.
w: Re- ward up- on his foot doth goe.
w: And e- very day I reade the same:
w: Then wel- fare no- thing once a yeare:
w: As can the migh- ty No- ble- man:
K:G dor -8va
|: z2 z d d > d B B d f f 
w: For Cu- pid is a me- dow God, 
w: What fools are they that have not known
w: Where ho- nor, Cu- pids ri- vall is,
w: For ma- ny run, but one must win,
w: Sweet Saint, tis true you wor- thy be,
c g > d _e d d > c =B2 :|
w: And for- ceth none to kisse the rod.
w: That love likes no lawes but his own?
w: There mi- ra- cles are seene of his.
w: Fools one- ly hedge the Cu- ckoe in.
w: Yet with- out love nought worth to me.

X:4
T:XXI. Away with these selfe loving lads
T:Bassus.
C: John Dowland
O: From The First Booke of songs or Ayres of foure parts, with Tableture for the Lute
L:1/4
M:C|
%%MIDI nobarlines
%%MIDI ratio 2 1
K:G mix bass
%%MIDI transpose -24
z2 z g g > g g c g g d
w: 1.~A- way with these selfe lov- ing lads, 
w: 2.~God Cu- pids shaft, like de- sti- nie,
w: 3.~My songs they be of Chn- this praise,
w: 4.~If Cyn- thia crave her ring of mee,
w: 5.~The worth that worth- i- nesse should move
g c > c g c d d G2
w: Whom Cu- pids ar- row ne- ver glads.
w: Doth ey- ther good or ill de- cree:
w: I weare her rings on ho- ly dayes,
w: I blot her name out of the tree
w: Is love, which is the bowe of love;
z2 z d d > d d d f g d3/2
w: A- way poore soules that sigh and weep,
w: De- sert is borne out of his bow,
w: On e- very tree I write her name,
w: If doubt do dar- ken things held deare,
w: And love as well the Fos- ter can,
d/ g > g c g d e d2
w: In love of them that lie and sleepe.
w: Re- ward up- on his foot doth goe.
w: And e- very day I reade the same:
w: Then wel- fare no- thing once a yeare:
w: As can the migh- ty No- ble- man:
K:G dor bass
|: z2 z B B > B _e d B B f
w: For Cu- pid is a me- dow God, 
w: What fools are they that have not known
w: Where ho- nor, Cu- pids ri- vall is,
w: For ma- ny run, but one must win,
w: Sweet Saint, tis true you wor- thy be,
f g g c G d d G2 :|
w: And for- ceth none to kisse the rod.
w: That love likes no lawes but his own?
w: There mi- ra- cles are seene of his.
w: Fools one- ly hedge the Cu- ckoe in.
w: Yet with- out love nought worth to me.