Songs and Dances of Bohemian Baroque

Dance of death - Where are we going so fast - Oh, my God, oh my love

Ten Dances from the Second Half of the 18. Century - Nos. 23 and 54 from Čáslavsko

At our Bárta´s

Ten Dances from the Second Half of the 18. Century - Nos. 24 and 55 from Čáslavsko

Ten Dances from the Second Half of the 18. Century - No. 21 from Čáslavsko

Alia phantasia. From Five Baroque Dances

Ten Dances from the Second Half of the 18. Century - No. 15 from Klatovsko

Alia non illepide. From Five Baroque Dances

Ten Dances from the Second Half of the 18. Century - Nos. 35 and 46 from Loketsko

Alia I. From Five Baroque Dances

Ten Dances from the Second Half of the 18. Century - Nos. 9 and 10 from Plzeňsko

Alia II. From Five Baroque Dances

Autumn season come

Saltus civilis. From Five Baroque Dances

As she climbed into the carriage

Bon Repo dance of death

Valachica

And I shall not be here

She cooked cakes in cold water - A maid walked sadly. From Dances from Haná

Wait now, carrier boy

At a fair in Prostějov. From Dances from Haná

Why oh why, sweetheart of mine

Dance Song. From Dances from Haná

Slow rise

Kate, Kate, Kitty. From Ondřej Hůlka´s Collection from Zlatá Koruna

If only I knew

Go, my true love, go to the woods. From Ondřej Hůlka´s Collection from Zlatá Koruna

The sorrow I have

In our yard. From Ondřej Hůlka´s Collection from Zlatá Koruna

Meadow, meadow

Look, they are pulling down the Krumlov castle. From Ondřej Hůlka´s Collection from Zlatá Koruna

My chubby lassie

Those bells of the monastery - Unploughed fields. From Ondřej Hůlka´s Collection from Zlatá Koruna

So sad, I wouldn´t have known

Oh, my own lad. From Ondřej Hůlka´s Collection from Zlatá Koruna

Slapdash

My love is from Rájov. From Ondřej Hůlka´s Collection from Zlatá Koruna

I had a sweet dove

Hey, carrier, carrier - I am a carrier. From Ondřej Hůlka´s Collection from Zlatá Koruna

Yesterday the sun shone for me

All girls of monastical village. From Ondřej Hůlka´s Collection from Zlatá Koruna

If, by God´s grace

The country is green all around the monastery. From Ondřej Hůlka´s Collection from Zlatá Koruna

Pay me, oh farmer

The peasant is coming from Prague. From Ondřej Hůlka´s Collection from Zlatá Koruna

My cherished meadows of Dolany

In our village green. From Ondřej Hůlka´s Collection from Zlatá Koruna

The old country tavern

They are putting horses on in the monastery. From Ondřej Hůlka´s Collection from Zlatá Koruna

The nightingale´s song

Grass is green around the monastery. From Ondřej Hůlka´s Collection from Zlatá Koruna

Round about Prague

Look, girl, look. From Ondřej Hůlka´s Collection from Zlatá Koruna

Green is the meadow

Those sheep of Krňany. From Ondřej Hůlka´s Collection from Zlatá Koruna

How cruel love can be

From the ground I have come onto the ground. From Ondřej Hůlka´s Collection from Zlatá Koruna

Leave me alone, my laddie

There are fields around the monastery. From Ondřej Hůlka´s Collection from Zlatá Koruna

Is it true or is it not

If there were war - Look at me. From Ondřej Hůlka´s Collection from Zlatá Koruna

As I will ride through the wood

Go to the forest, my sweetheart - An oak tree is growing. From Ondřej Hůlka´s Collection from Zlatá Koruna

The linden tree stood all alight

On our village green. From Ondřej Hůlka´s Collection from Zlatá Koruna

Go to sleep dark eyes

Hey, lad, put the horses on. From Ondřej Hůlka´s Collection from Zlatá Koruna

As you pass by the entrance gate