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Behold Her Locks (Jones 1610 xix
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The lyrics come from an Entertainment given to Elizabeth I at Sussex in 1591. Thus the song was really written for Elizabeth (and played to her while she was shooting deer). However the music by Jones was not published until 1610.
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Elisha Zaporelostzi's first performances were the Open Stages put on by the Bytown Live in Ottawa Ontario, Canada. It is how Neil Young and Joni Mitchell started. Phreap magazine is a one page thing that went around Ottawa in the 1980s. Now it is a web site; http://home.att.ne.jp/blue/patchan With the help of Joe-Charly Smith, Molly Ding, Calhoon-Fred Febealie, and Butter Jones I was able to put out Phreap magazine.
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Anon. lyrics /Robert Jones music
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Patrick T. Connolly
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September 01, 2012
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MP3 2.8 MB 160 kbps 2:28
Story behind the song
One of 3 songs I started with a Guitar strumming rhythem track on August 13, 2010 on the 400 year anniversary of Robert Jones's 5th (& last) booke; "The muses gardin for delights or fifth booke of ayers", 1610. On December 28, 2010, I did keyboard guide vocals & bass but I did not get around to doing the vocal until August 22, 2012. The lyrics come from an Entertainment given to Elizabeth I at Sussex in 1591. Thus the song was really written for Elizabeth (and played to her while she was shooting deer). However the music by Jones was not published until 1610.
Lyrics
1 Behold her locks like wires of beaten gold Her eyes like stars that twinkle in the sky, Her heavenly face, not framed of earthly mold, Her voice that sounds the heaven's melody, The miracles of time, the worldes story, Fortune's Queen, Loves treasure, Nature's glory. 2 No flattering hopes she likes, blind Fortune's bait, Nor shadows of delight, fond fancy's glass, Nor charms that do enchant, false Art's deceit, Nor fading joys, which Time makes swiftly pass, But chaste desires, which beateth all these down, A Goddess look is worth a Monarch's Crown.
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