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How Many New Years (Jones1610/viii Tk2 instrum
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This is only 3 tracks and it was left without a vocal. Take 4 was my best take but it got a little muddy and when I go back to this Take 2 I enjoy some of the simple moments in it.
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Robert Jones
Patrick T. Connolly
muses gardin for delights or fifth booke of ayers,
Mon Mar 16, 2015
Classical : Renaissance
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I started this with guitar on August 27, 2009 - the year before the 400 anniversary. I did 5 guitar takes and I also did 4 takes of "X. The Sea Hath Many Thousand Sands" - and this picture is from that day.
I did the keyboard melody for all the 1st 5 takes on April 13, 2010. The picture on Take 4 shows me on April 14, 2010 doing keyboard bass for take 1 (Take 1 is really bad).
I did the - keyboard woodbass (August 20, 2010) so I did make it on the 400 anniversary of this ayre - no vocal

The author of the lyric is anonymous but I like to think of this song as Robert Jones speaking to the patron of this book; Lady Mary (Sidney) Wroth since ten year before he had dedicated his first Booke to her father Sir Robert Sidney.
VIII. How many new years have grow'n old

How many new yeares have grown old,
Since first your servant old was new,
How many long hours have I told,
Since first my love was vowed to you,
And yet alas, She doeth not know
Whether her servant. love or no.

How many walls as white as Snow,
And windowes cleaere as any glass,
Have I conjured to tell you so,
Which faithfully performed was,
And yet you'll swear you do not know,
Whether your servant love or no.

How often hath my pale lean face,
With true Characters of my love,
Petitioned to you for grace,
Whom neither sighs nor tears can move,
O cruell yet doe you not know,
Whether your servant love or no?

And wanting oft a better token,
I have been faine to send my heart,
Which now your cold disdaine hath broken,
Nor can you healt by any art,
O looke upon't and you shall know,
Whether your servant love or no.