John

Dowland
Can she excuse my wrongs
The Earl of Essex's Galliard

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blanca = 120

Tenor   
1.Can she ex cuse my wrongs with Vir tue's cloak?
Are those clear fires which va nish in to smoke?
2.Was I so base, that I might not a spire
As they are high, so high is my de sire:

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       
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C

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Em F F Dm A

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Dm

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Guitarra
1 1 0 1 3 5 3 8 8 5 5
6 6 6 8 6 5

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2 2 5 5 9 7 6
0 0 2 3 3 7 0
8 0
8

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5

T.

Shall I call her good when she proves un kind?

Must I praise the leaves where no fruit I find?
Unto to those high joys which she holds from me?

 Dm  C 
If she this de ny, what can gran ted be?

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 03  22  32
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1 3 6 3 3 3

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2 2 3 0 2 3 2 2
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0 3 1 0 0
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9

T.

1.No no: where sha dows do for bo dies stand,

Cold love is like to words writ ten on sand,
2.If she will yield to that which rea son is,

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         
Dear make me hap py still be gran ting this,

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      
A/C♯ Dm F

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Dm/F A Gm

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C

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  22
G.
0 0 1 0 1 3 5 3 0
3 3 2 3 3 1 3 6 2

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0 2 2 2 3 2
3 2 0 0 3 5
0 4 3 0
3
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13

T.

Thou may'st be a bus'd if thy sight be dim.

Or to bub bles which on the wa ter swim.

 Dm Gm  C
It is Rea son's will that love should be just.

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    
Or cut off de lays if that I die must.

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F

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Am Gm A

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 12 
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G.
0 3 1 3 0 1 5 3 1 1 3 0 0
3 6 5 3 2 3 2 2

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2 3 0 2 3 2 3 2 2
0 3 3 2
0 3 0 1 0 0
3 3

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17

T.

1.Wilt thou be thus a bu sed still, See ing that she will right thee ne ver?

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2.Bet ter a thou sand times to die, Than for to live thus still tor men ted:

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F F G G

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1 0 0 3 1 0
0 1 3 1 1 3 1 0 1 3 3 0 3
2 2 0 0 0 0
0
1 1 1 1 3 3 3 3

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21

T.

If thou canst not o'er come her will, Thy love will be thus fruit less e ver.

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          
Dear, but re mem ber it was I Who for thy sake did die con ten ted.

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A A Dm ( G ) A Dm

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0 1 3 0 3 1 0

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3 2 2 3 2 3 0 2 3 3

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2 0 2 2 2
0 2 4 2 0 0 0
0 0 0 0