Lute Songs

Ford: Fair, sweet, cruel

Morley: Come, sorrow, come

Rosseter: When Laura smiles

Dowland: I saw my Lady weep

Morley: It was a lover and his lasse

Dowland: First Booke of Songes, 1597: 19. Awake, sweet love

Rosseter: What then is love but mourning

Dowland: In darkness let me dwell

Morley: O mistress mine

Dowland: Fine Knacks For Ladies

Rosseter: Sweet, Come Again

Morley: Thyrsis And Milla

Dowland: Sorrow Stay / Die Not Before The Day / Mourne, Day Is With Darkness Fled

Ford: Come Phyllis Come

Morley: I Saw My Ladye Weeping

Morley: With My Love, My Life Was Nestled

Pilkington: Rest Sweet Nymphs

Morley: What If My Mistress Now

Have You Seen But A Whyte Lillie Grow?

Campion: Come Let Us Sound

Anonymous: Miserere, My Maker - Trans.& edited Oboussier

Rosseter: What Is A Day?

Campion: Fair If You Expect Admiring

Shall I Come, Sweet Love, To Thee?

Dowland: If My Complaints

Dowland: What if I Never Speed?

Rosseter: Whether Men Do Laugh Or Weep