Willaert: Vecchie letrose

Sing we and chant it

On a fair morning

Oft have I vowed

Is love a boy?

Say, Love, if ever thou didst find

All at once well met

Construe my meaning

Lord! when I think

Cruel, wilt thou persever

Fine knacks for ladies

Strike it up, Tabor

I love, alas I love thee

Farewell, dear love

See, see the shepherds' queen

Have I found her

Lady, your words do spite me

Were I a king

Come again

Tan ta ra, cries Mars

Why should I love?

This sweet and merry month of May

Now is the month of maying

Four arms, two necks, one wreathing

Hark, all ye lovely saints above

Since Robin Hood

Though Philomela lost her love

O wretched man

Weep, O mine eyes

The nightingale, the organ of delight

Come, sirrah Jack, ho!

Cruel, behold my heavy ending

Fair Phyllis I saw sitting all alone

Festa: L'ultimo dì di maggio

Anonymous: Un cavalier di Spagna

De Wert: Vezzosi augelli

De Wert: Valle, che de lamenti miei

Caimo: Mentre il cucolo

Da Nola: Chi la gagliarda

Da Nola: Chi chi li chi

Banchieri: Festino nella sera del Giovedì Grasso avanti Cena, Op. 18: XII. Contrappunto bestiale alla Mente

Gastoldi: Mascherata de cacciatori

De Lassus: Matona, mia cara, mi follere canzon

Sleigh Ride

Santa Claus Is Coming to Town

The Little Drummer Boy

What Child Is This?

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas