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Illyrian Aire (Instrumental)
Black Thorn Stick (Instrumental)
One Self King (Instrumental)
The Funeral (Instrumental)
Rose In The Heather (Instrumental)
Take, O Take Those Lips Away
Take, O Take Those Lips Away (Instrumental)
Not Too Fast! Soft, Soft! (Instrumental)
Full Fathom Five
Sebastian And Antonio (Instrumental)
The Kerry Polka (Instrumental)
O Mistress Mine
Come Away Death (Instrumental)
Come Away Death
The Clock Upbraids Me (Instrumental)
The Little Villian (Instrumental)
To The Gates Of Tartar (Instrumental)
Illyrian Aire (Orchestral) (Instrumental)
Where Is Fancy Bred?
Enter Sebastian (Instrumental)
This Is The Air (Instrumental)
The Bonnie Bunny (Instrumental)
Hey Robin, Jolly Robin
I Am Gone, Sir
The Bonnie Bunny (Orchestral) (Instrumental)
Tempests Are Kind (Instrumental)
The Wind And The Rain
The Wind And The Rain (Reel) (Instrumental)

Take, O Take Those Lips Away
(Music by Dan Messe, Words by William Shakespeare in Measure for Measure, Act IV, Scene 1)

Take, o take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn,
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the Morne.

Full Fathom Five
(Music by Dan Messe; Words by William Shakespeare in The Tempest, Act I, Scene 2)

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Of his bones are coral made;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.

O Mistress Mine
(Music by Dan Messe / Steve Curtis; Words by William Shakespeare in Twelfth Night, Act II, Scene 3)

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear: your true-loveís coming,
That can sing both high and low:
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in loversí meeting,
Every wise manís son doth know.

What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
Whatís to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come kiss me, sweet-and-twenty:
Youthís a stuff will not endure.

Come Away Death
(Music by Dan Messe; Words by William Shakespeare in Twelfth Night, Act II, Scene 4)

Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.

My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O, prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
Did share it.

Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be strown.
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown.

A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O, where
Sad true lover never find my grave,
To weep there!

Where Is Fancy Bred?
(Music by Dan Messe; Words by William Shakespeare in The Merchant of Venice, Act III, Scene 2)

Tell me where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart, or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?
Reply, reply.

It is engenderíd in the eyes,
With gazing fed; and fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies.

Tell me where is fancy bred,
Reply, reply.
Reply, reply.

Hey Robin, Jolly Robin
(Music by Dan Messe; Words by William Shakespeare in Twelfth Night, Act IV, Scene 2)

Hey, Robin, jolly Robin,
Tell me how thy lady does.
My lady is unkind, perdy.
Alas why is she so?
She loves another.

I Am Gone, Sir
(Music by Dan Messe; Words by William Shakespeare in Twelfth Night, Act IV, Scene 2)

I am gone, sir,
And anon, sir,
Iíll be with you again,
in a trice,
Like to the old vice,
Your need to sustain.
Who, with dagger of lath
In his rage and his wrath,
Cries, ah, ha! to the devil
Cries, ah, ha! to the devil
Like a mad lad,
Pare thy nails, dad.
Adieu, good man devil.
Adieu, good man devil.
Adieu, good man devil.

The Wind And The Rain
(Music by Dan Messe; Words by William Shakespeare in Twelfth Night, Act V, Scene 1)

When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain:
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came to manís estate,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,
For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came, alas! to wive,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering I could never thrive,
For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came unto my beds,
With toss-pots still had drunken heads,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain.

A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain:
But thatís all one, our play is done,
And weíll strive to please you every day.

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