This jazzy piece takes nonsense words already in the text and adds scat syllables, creating a swinging accompaniment to the lovelorn melody. Love is a Sickness was named a winner of the Chanticleer Student Composer Competition when Trumbore was 18 years old.

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LOVE IS A SICKNESS

 

Love is a sickness full of woes,

   All remedies refusing;

A plant that with most cutting grows,

   Most barren with best using.

      Why so?

More we enjoy it, more it dies;

If not enjoyed, it sighing cries,

      Heigh ho!

 

Love is a torment of the mind,

   A tempest everlasting;

And Jove hath made it of a kind

   Not well, not full, nor fasting.

      Why so?

More we enjoy it, more it dies;

If not enjoyed, it sighing cries,

      Heigh ho!

 

—Samuel Daniel (1562–1619)