FLORA GAVE ME FAIREST FLOWERS: ELIZABETHAN MADRIGALS

Bennet: 
 Round about in a fair ring 

Byrd: 
 Though Amaryllis dance in green
 The sweet and merry month of May
 Lullaby, my sweet little baby 

East, M: 
 Quick, quick, away, dispatch! 

Farmer: 
 A little pretty bonny lass 

Gibbons, O: 
 Dainty fine bird
 The Silver Swan 

Morley: 
 Now is the month of maying
 My bonny lass she smileth
 Fyre! Fyre 

Ramsey, R: 
 Sleep, fleshy birth 

Tomkins: 
 Too much I once lamented
 Adieu, ye city-prisoning towers! 

Weelkes: 
 Hark All Ye Lovely Saints
 Ha ha! This world doth pass
 Death hath deprived me 

Wilbye: 
 Weep, weep, mine eyes
 Flora gave me fairest flowers
 Draw on, sweet night
 Adieu, sweet Amaryllis