Mad Tom or Gray's inn Maske (Andreas Stenberg)

From ChoralWiki
Jump to: navigation, search

Music files

L E G E N D Disclaimer How to download
ICON SOURCE
Icon_pdf.gif Pdf
Icon_snd.gif Midi
File details.gif File details
Question.gif Help
  • CPDL #32010:     
Editor: Andreas Stenberg (submitted 2014-05-14).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 239 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: The composition is free for non commersial use. Pleas notify me (as a courtesy) if you performe this piece.

General Information

Title: Mad Tom or Gray's inn Maske
Composer: Andreas Stenberg
Lyricist:

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 2014

Description: Text from an English 17th century Broadside sheet, melody from J.Playford; The English Dancing master. This setting is for mixed choir with (optional) Solo Bass Voice.

External websites:

Original text and translations

English.png English text


New Mad Tom of Bedlam

OR,

The Man in the Moon drinks Clarret,

With Powder-beef, Turnep and Carret.

The Tune is, Grays-Inn-Mask

FOrth from my sad and darksome Cell,
Or from the deep Abiss of Hell,
Mad Tom is come to view the world again,
To see if he can ease his distempered Brain:
Fear and care doth pierce the Soul,
Hark how the angry Furies howl;
Pluto laughs and Proserpine is, glad,
To see poor naked Tom of Bedlam mad:
Through the world I wander night and day,
to find my stragling sences,
In an angry mood I found ol Time,
with's Pentarchy of Tenches,
When me he spies,
Away he flies,
For time will way for no man,
In vain with cries,
I rend the skies,
For pitty is not common.
Cold and comfortless I lye,
Help, O help, or else I dye,
Hark I hear
 Appoll's Theam,
The Carman gins to Whistle,
Chast Diana
Bends her Bow,
The Boar begins to Bristle:
Come Vulcan with Tools and with Tackle:
shake off my troublesome shackle,
Let Charles make ready his Wain,
To bring my sences again.
 
Last night I heard the Dog-Star bark
Mars met Venus in the Dark,
Leaping Vulcan het an Iron-Bar,
And furiously did run at the God of War,
Mars with his Weapon laid about,
But Vulcans Temples had the Gout,
His broad horns did so hang in his sight,
He could not see to aim his Blows aright:
Mercury the Nimble Post of heaven,
Laid still to see the Quarrel,
Gorrel bellied Baccus Gyant-like,
bestri'd a strong Beer Barrel:
To me he drank,
I did him thank,
But I could get no Syder,
He drank whole Buts,
Till he crackt his Guts,
But mine were ne'r the wider.
Poor naked Tom is very dry,
A little drink for Charity:
Hark I hear
Acteon's Hounds,
The Huntsman whoops and Hollows,
Ringing Royster,
Bowman Jowler
At the chase now follows:
The man ith Moon Drinks Clarret,
With Powder beef Turney and Carret,
A Cup of Old Mallago Sack,
Will fire the Bush at his back.