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{{Editor|James Gibb|2014-05-28}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|2|47}}{{Copy|CPDL}} | {{Editor|James Gibb|2014-05-28}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|2|47}}{{Copy|CPDL}} | ||
:'''Edition notes:''' | :'''Edition notes:''' Transcribed from ''The British Minstrel, and Musical and Literary Miscellany''. Glasgow: William Hamilton, n.d. | ||
==General Information== | ==General Information== | ||
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<poem> | |||
Away, away; | |||
We've crown'd the day, | |||
The hounds are waiting for their prey. | |||
The huntsman's call | |||
Invites ye all, | |||
Come in boys, while ye may. | |||
The jolly horn, | |||
The rosy morn, | |||
With harmony of deep-mouth'd hounds, | |||
For these, my boys, | |||
Are sportsmen's joys, | |||
Our pleasure knows no bounds. | |||
</poem> | |||
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[[Category:Classical music]] | [[Category:Classical music]] | ||
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CPDL #32117:
Capella
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2014-05-28). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 47 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Transcribed from The British Minstrel, and Musical and Literary Miscellany. Glasgow: William Hamilton, n.d.
General Information
Title: Away away away
Composer: Samuel Webbe
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: TTB
Genre: Secular, Glee
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published:
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
Away, away;
We've crown'd the day,
The hounds are waiting for their prey.
The huntsman's call
Invites ye all,
Come in boys, while ye may.
The jolly horn,
The rosy morn,
With harmony of deep-mouth'd hounds,
For these, my boys,
Are sportsmen's joys,
Our pleasure knows no bounds.