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Can She Excuse My Wrongs
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A tool of the trade for an SCA bard is actual music from the period he or she recreates. For an Elizabethan minstrel, all roads lead to John Dowland.
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Drake Oranwood (Eric Schrager, he/him) is a singer, songwriter, and producer who brings modern sensibilities to original songs set long ago and far away
Drake Oranwood (Eric Schrager, he/him) is a singer, songwriter, producer, lutenist, and medieval enthusiast who brings modern sensibilities to original songs set long ago and far away. In the Society for Creative Anachronism, Drake is part of the bardic community, where original and period performances are shared at fire circles and waysides for weary travelers. (The general SCA term for an individual vocal performer is a bard). Drakes persona is an English composer and musician living in the sixteenth century. Drake is currently serving as Queens Bard for the East Kingdom.
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Folk
Charts
Peak #147
Peak in subgenre #25
Author
Anonymous / John Dowland
Rights
Recording 2015 by Eric Schrager
Uploaded
October 28, 2015
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MP3 2.2 MB • 117 kbps • 2:37
Story behind the song
Music: John Dowland Lyrics: Anonymous Vocals: Eric Schrager Guitar: Dave Lambert Recorder quartet: Paul Butler
Lyrics
Can she excuse my wrongs with Virtue's cloak? Shall I call her good when she proves unkind? Are those clear fires which vanish into smoke? Must I praise the leaves where no fruit I find? No, no, where shadows do for bodies stand, Thou may'st be abus'd if thy sight be dim. Or to bubbles which on the water swim. Wilt thou be thus abused still, Seeing that she will right thee never? If thou cans't not o'ercome her will Thy love will be thus fruitless ever. Wilt thou be thus abused still, Seeing that she will right thee never? If thou cans't not o'ercome her will, Thy love will be thus fruitless ever. Was I so base, that I might not aspire Unto those high joys which she holds from me? As they are high, so high is my desire. If she this deny, what can granted be? If she will yield to that which Reason is... It is Reason's will that Love should be just. Dear, make me happy still by granting this, Or cut off delays if that I die must. Better a thousand times to die, Than for to live thus still tormented. Dear, but remember it was I Who for thy sake did die contented. Better a thousand times to die, Than for to live thus still tormented. Dear, but remember it was I Who for thy sake did die contented.
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