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{{Text|English|Minstrels William Wordsworth (1770-1850) | {{Text|English|Minstrels William Wordsworth (1770-1850) | ||
The minstrels played their Christmas tune | The minstrels played their Christmas tune | ||
To-night beneath my cottage-eaves; | To-night beneath my cottage-eaves; | ||
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Gave back a rich and dazzling sheen, | Gave back a rich and dazzling sheen, | ||
That overpowered their natural green. | That overpowered their natural green. | ||
Through hill and valley every breeze | Through hill and valley every breeze | ||
Had sunk to rest with folded wings: | Had sunk to rest with folded wings: | ||
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So stout and hardy were the band | So stout and hardy were the band | ||
That scraped the chords with strenuous hand. | That scraped the chords with strenuous hand. | ||
And who but listened?--till was paid | And who but listened?--till was paid | ||
Respect to every inmate’s claim, | Respect to every inmate’s claim, |
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- Editor: Charles West (submitted 2015-10-05). Score information: A4, 7 pages, 106 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: I would appreciate notification by email (cghwest yahoo.co.uk) of intention to perform this work.
General Information
Title: Minstrels
Composer: Charles West
Lyricist: William Wordsworth
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATTBB
Genre: Secular, Carol
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 2015
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Original text and translations
English text
Minstrels William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
The minstrels played their Christmas tune
To-night beneath my cottage-eaves;
While, smitten by a lofty moon,
The encircling laurels, thick with leaves,
Gave back a rich and dazzling sheen,
That overpowered their natural green.
Through hill and valley every breeze
Had sunk to rest with folded wings:
Keen was the air, but could not freeze,
Nor check, the music of the strings;
So stout and hardy were the band
That scraped the chords with strenuous hand.
And who but listened?--till was paid
Respect to every inmate’s claim,
The greeting given, the music played
In honour of each household name,
Duly pronounced with lusty call,
And “Merry Christmas” wished to all.