Der Jonas kehrt im Walfisch ein, op. 74 Nr. 1 (Josef Rheinberger): Difference between revisions
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'''Description:''' From Song cycle 'In der Zechstube' op. 74 for male chorus (TTBB) | '''Description:''' From Song cycle 'In der Zechstube' op. 74 for male chorus (TTBB) | ||
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==Original text and translations== | ==Original text and translations== |
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In original German
- Editor: Alexander Reuter (submitted 2016-03-26). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 119 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Transcripton of holograph stored at Bavarian State Library Sign BSB Mus. ms. 4551
In English
- Editor: Douglas Walczak (submitted 2005-10-10). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 113 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Jonah op. 74 Nr. 1
Composer: Josef Rheinberger
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: TTBB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: German
Instruments: A cappella
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Description: From Song cycle 'In der Zechstube' op. 74 for male chorus (TTBB)
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Original text and translations
English text
Poor Jonah dropp'd into 'the whale'
What duller tap room could there be
With 'stead of wine the Salt, Salt, Sea
Oh who could think of singing
The 'Golden Carp' shall swallow me
For there I'll surely find good cheer,
with sparkling Wine and foaming Beer
and maids rare dishes bringing
Poor Jonah sat there all alone
where never maid nor dance was known,
Wheree'er he look'd he spied whalebone
And found it rather dreary
I'll gladly praise the dear "Black Bear"
there's not a sign of whale bone, there,
In that huge place there's room to spare
To dance until you're weary there's room to spare
To dance until you're weary.
But in "The Whale" that hostel drear,
No sound is heard the livelong year;
Such water fish it is quite clear,
Must needs be ever silent.
But from afar "The White Swan" sends,
Sounds wafted on the Summer breeze,
And lures us to sweet pleasures there
With notes of viol, song, and glee.
That Jonah was a prophet too
I do consider clearly true,
Else how in water butts could he
So safely make his dwelling.
Sing at "The Swan," dance at "The Bear,"
Let those who care to, go else where;
And in "The Carp" we'll drown dull care
But in "The Whale" no Thank you.