Early Music IV

“My Lady Carey’s Dump” (Anon. reign of Henry VIII, possibly written for Mary Boleyn)


 A dump was a mournful piece of music, remembered in our expression “down in the dumps”


My Lady Carey won’t be cheered nor

humoured by her Fool’s feeble follies; her

taste is not tempted by her Cook’s

herbs, spices, syllabubs; her fingers

freeze mid-stitch when at her sewing;

she has not been abroad since April and now

November numbs the gardens;

even the House feels barred and barren; and she

will not dance to my

gaillards, courantes, almains,

insisting always on the dump I wrote to

explain my silence at her sorrow, which I

regret now as I look at her

etched, averted face seeking

something lost in the

cold dawn of another long day.


I wish I had written something else since this is

all I now play, though at least it

makes her speak, if only to say

“Slower, sir, if you please—


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  • Tonya Ramey  On December 5, 2012 at 9:58 pm

    Left with a deep sadness and a feeling of hopelessness 😦

    • Tonya Ramey  On December 5, 2012 at 9:59 pm

      BUT… The poem was beautifully written!

  • ● ● ● (@ten_ten_ten)  On December 22, 2012 at 5:56 pm

    To me, this piece feels like a rush of thoughts between plucked notes, washing up on cold sand…a delicate sense of grey calm after an unrequited storm. Walking on the beach afterwards, one can almost reassemble their lives from the detritus washed ashore…but what isn’t known is as intriguing as what is.

    The title theme ‘My Lady Carey’s Dompe’ is a beautiful piece, and the words fill the rhythms: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=haz914thbDA.

    On a secondary note, I believe a syllabub was also known as a ‘fool’…

  • Curious Muse  On January 9, 2013 at 7:12 pm

    Beautiful. Describes perfectly that time when all one needs is to be completely absorbed by sadness to be able to wear it out.

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