New York Vocal Arts Ensemble

Catalogue title: 12 Irish Songs.

Scoring: 1 or 2 voices, violin, cello, piano.

Composed: 1812-13.

Individual item 11 from the corresponding collection, not the complete set.

Item in the set:...Read more

Catalogue title: 12 Irish Songs.

Scoring: 1 or 2 voices, violin, cello, piano.

Composed: 1812-13.

Individual item 11 from the corresponding collection, not the complete set.

Item in the set: Duet - The Soldier in a Foreign Land. Andantino amoroso (F major).

Sung text (original language):
The piper who sat on his low mossy
seat,
And piped to the youngsters so shrill
and so sweet;
The far distant hum of the children at
play,
And the maiden’s soft carol at the
close of the day.
Ah! This was the music delighted my
ear,
And to think of it now is so sad and so
dear!
Ah! To listen at case by my own
cottage door,
Tho the sound of my own native village
once more!
I knew ev’ry dame in her holiday airs,
I knew ev’ry maiden that danc’d at our
fairs;
I knew ev’ry farmer to market we
came,
and tho dog that ran after him cull’d
by its name
And who know I now, in this far
foreign land,
But the stiff collard sergeant, the
trimcoated band?
No kinsman to comfort his own flesh
and blood,
nor merry ey’d damsel to do my heart
good.
To my sight or my ear, no gay cheering
doth come,
But the flare of our colours, the tuck of
our drum;
The fierce flashing steel of our long
muster’d file,
an the sharp dinning fifer that playeth
the while.
At night as I keep on the wearisome
watch,
The sound of the west wind I greedily
catch,
And the shores of dear Ireland then
rise to my sight,
And my own native valley, that sport
of delight.
Divided so far by a wide stormy main,
Shall I ever return to our valley again?
Ah! To listen at ease by my own
cottage door,
To the sound of my own native village
once more!

Joanna Baillie

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Catalogue title: 12 Irish Songs.

Scoring: 1 or 2 voices, violin, cello, piano.

Composed: 1812-13.

Individual item 4 from the corresponding collection, not the complete set.

Item in the set: The...Read more

Catalogue title: 12 Irish Songs.

Scoring: 1 or 2 voices, violin, cello, piano.

Composed: 1812-13.

Individual item 4 from the corresponding collection, not the complete set.

Item in the set: The pulse of an Irishman. Vivace scherzando (F major).

Sung text (original language):
The pulse of an Irishman ever beats
quicker,
whan war is the story, or love is the
theme;
and place him where bullets fly thicker
and thicker,
you’ll find him all cowardice scorning.
And tho’ a ball should maim poor
Darby,
light at the heart he rallies on:
“Fortune is cruel, but Norah, my jewel,
is kind, and with smiling, all sorrow
beguiling,
shall bid from our cabin all care to be
gone,
and how they will jig it, and tug at the
spigot,
an Patrick’s day in the mornin’.”
O blest by the land in the wide western
waters,
sweet Erin, lov’d Erin, the pride of my
song;
still brave be the sons, and still fair be
the daughters
thy meads and thy mountains
adorning!
And tho’ the eastern sun seems tardy,
tho’ the pure light of knowledge slow,
night and delusion, and darkling
confusion
like mists from the river shall vanish
for ever,
and true Irish hearts with warm loyalty
glow;
and proud exaltation burst forth from
the nation
on Patrick’s day in the mornin’.

Sir Alexander Boswell

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Catalogue title: 12 Songs of Various Nationalities.

Scoring: voice, mixed chorus (STB), violin, cello, piano (Nos.1, 9, 11) voice, violin, cello, piano (Nos.2, 8, 10, 12) 2 sopranos, bass, violin,...Read more

Catalogue title: 12 Songs of Various Nationalities.

Scoring: voice, mixed chorus (STB), violin, cello, piano (Nos.1, 9, 11) voice, violin, cello, piano (Nos.2, 8, 10, 12) 2 sopranos, bass, violin, cello, piano (Nos.3, 4) soprano, tenor, bass, violin, cello, piano (Nos.5, 7) 2 voices, violin, cello, piano (No.6).

Composed: 1815-20.

Individual item 3 from the corresponding collection, not the complete set.

Item in the set: Charlie is my Darling. Allegretto con anima (D minor).

Sung text (original language):
REFRAIN:
O Charlie is my darling,
My darling, my darling;
O Charlie is my darling,
The young chevalier.
‘Twas on a Monday morning,
When birds were singing clear;
That Charlie to the Highlands came,
The gallant chevalier.

REFRAIN

And many a gallant Scottish chief,
Came round their Prince to cheer,
That Charlie was their darling,
The young chevalier.

REFRAIN
They wou’d na bide to chase the roes
Or start the nountain deer;
But aff they march’d wi’ Charlie,
The galant chevalier.

REFRAIN

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Catalogue title: 12 Songs of Various Nationalities.

Scoring: voice, mixed chorus (STB), violin, cello, piano (Nos.1, 9, 11) voice, violin, cello, piano (Nos.2, 8, 10, 12) 2 sopranos, bass, violin,...Read more

Catalogue title: 12 Songs of Various Nationalities.

Scoring: voice, mixed chorus (STB), violin, cello, piano (Nos.1, 9, 11) voice, violin, cello, piano (Nos.2, 8, 10, 12) 2 sopranos, bass, violin, cello, piano (Nos.3, 4) soprano, tenor, bass, violin, cello, piano (Nos.5, 7) 2 voices, violin, cello, piano (No.6).

Composed: 1815-20.

Individual item 9 from the corresponding collection, not the complete set.

Item in the set: Highlander’s Lament. Espressivo (E minor).

Sung text (original language):
My Harry was a gallant gay,
Fu’stately strade he on the plain;
But now he’s banish’d far away,
I’ll never see him back again.
REFRAIN:
O for him back again,
O for him back again,
I wad gie a Knockhaspie’s land
For Highland Harry back again!

CHORUS:
O for him back again,
O for him back again,
I wad gie a Knockhaspie’s land
For Highland Harry back again!
When a’ the lave gae to their bed,
I wander dowly up ghe glen;
I set me down and greet my fill,
And ay I wish him back again.

REFRAIN

CHORUS

O were some villains hangit high,
And ilka body had their ain!
Then I might see the joyfu’ sight,
My Highland’s Harry back again.

REFRAIN

CHORUS

Robert Burns (1759-1796)

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Catalogue title: 12 Scottish Songs.

Scoring: soprano, tenor, bass, violin, cello, piano (Nos.1-4, 8-12) voice, violin, cello, piano (Nos.5-7).

Composed: 1815-19.

Individual item 10 from the...Read more

Catalogue title: 12 Scottish Songs.

Scoring: soprano, tenor, bass, violin, cello, piano (Nos.1-4, 8-12) voice, violin, cello, piano (Nos.5-7).

Composed: 1815-19.

Individual item 10 from the corresponding collection, not the complete set.

Item in the set: Glencoe. Andante espressivo(C major).

Sung text (original language):
Oh! Tell us, Harper, where fore flow
Thy wayward notes of wail and woe
Far down the desert of Glencoe,
Where non may list their melody?
Say, harp’st thou to the mists that fly,
Or to the dun deer glancing by,
And to the eagle, that from high
Screams chorus to thy minstrelsy?
The hand that mingled in the meal,
At midnight drew the felon steel,
And gave the host’s kind breast to feel,
Meed for his hospitality.
The friendly hearth which warm’d that
hand,
At midnight arm’d it with a brand
That bade destruction’s flames expand
Their red and fearful blazonry.
Long have my harp’s best notes been
gone,
Few are its strings, and faint their
tone,
They can but sound in desert lone
Their grey hair’d master’s misery.
Were each grey hair a minstrel string,
Each chord should imprecations fling,
’Till startled Scotland loud should ring,
“Revenge for blood and treachery!”

Sir Walter Scott

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Catalogue title: 12 Scottish Songs.

Scoring: soprano, tenor, bass, violin, cello, piano (Nos.1-4, 8-12) voice, violin, cello, piano (Nos.5-7).

Composed: 1815-19.

Individual item 11 from the...Read more

Catalogue title: 12 Scottish Songs.

Scoring: soprano, tenor, bass, violin, cello, piano (Nos.1-4, 8-12) voice, violin, cello, piano (Nos.5-7).

Composed: 1815-19.

Individual item 11 from the corresponding collection, not the complete set.

Item in the set: Auld lang syne. Allegretto (F major).

Sung text (original language):
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!

REFRAIN:
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne.

And surely you’ll be your pint stowp!
And surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll take a cup o’kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
REFRAIN

And there ‘s a hand, my trusty fiere!
And gie ‘s a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll take a right gude-
williewaught,
For auld lang syne.

REFRAIN

Robert Burns (1759-1796)

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Catalogue title: 12 Scottish Songs.

Scoring: soprano, tenor, bass, violin, cello, piano (Nos.1-4, 8-12) voice, violin, cello, piano (Nos.5-7).

Composed: 1815-19.

Individual item 9 from the...Read more

Catalogue title: 12 Scottish Songs.

Scoring: soprano, tenor, bass, violin, cello, piano (Nos.1-4, 8-12) voice, violin, cello, piano (Nos.5-7).

Composed: 1815-19.

Individual item 9 from the corresponding collection, not the complete set.

Item in the set: Lochnagar. Andante affettuoso (G minor).

Sung text (original language):
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of
roses,
In you let the minions of luxury rove,
Restore me the rocks where the
snowflake reposes,
Though still they are sacred to
freedom and love.
And yet Caledonia, belov’d are thy
mountains,
Around their white summits the
elements war
Though cataracts foam ‘stead of
smooth flowing fountains,
I sigh for the valley of dark Lochnagar.
Ah there my young footsteps in infancy
wander’d,
My cap was the bonnet, my cloak was
the plaid.
On chieftains long perish’d my
memory ponder’d
As daily I strode thro’ the pine cover’d
glade.
I sought not my home till the day’s
dying glory
Gave place to the rays of the bright
Polar star.
For fancy was cheer’d by traditional
story,
Disclos’d by the natives of dark
Lochnagar!
Years have roll’d on, Lochnagar, since I
left you!
Years must elapse ere I tread you
again.
Though nature of verdure and flow’rs
has bereft you,
Yet still are you dearer than Albion’s
plain.
England, thy beauties are tame and
domestic
To one who has rov’d on the
mountains afar
O! for the crags that are wild and
majestic,
The steep frowning glories of dark
Lochnagar!

Lord George Gordon Noel Byron

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Catalogue title: 23 Songs of Various Nationalities.

Scoring: voice(s), piano, violin, cello.

Composed: 1816-17.

Individual item 1 from the corresponding collection, not the complete set.

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Catalogue title: 23 Songs of Various Nationalities.

Scoring: voice(s), piano, violin, cello.

Composed: 1816-17.

Individual item 1 from the corresponding collection, not the complete set.

Item in the set: Ridder Stigs Runer. Vivace (F major).

Sung text (original language):
Ridder Stig tjener i Kongens Gaard,
Fruer og Jomfruer de børste hans
Haar.
Jomfruer, I giver os Orlov
Ridder Stig skjaenker for Bord i Stove,
Liden Kirstin laa hanom hart I Hove.
Jomfruer, I giver os Orlov
“De ter syv Aar siden, jeg Runer nam,
Aften skall jeg prøve, om de due
kann.“
Jomfruer, I giver os Orlov

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Catalogue title: 23 Songs of Various Nationalities.

Scoring: voice(s), piano, violin, cello.

Composed: 1816-17.

Individual item 15 from the corresponding collection, not the complete set.

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Catalogue title: 23 Songs of Various Nationalities.

Scoring: voice(s), piano, violin, cello.

Composed: 1816-17.

Individual item 15 from the corresponding collection, not the complete set.

Item in the set: Как пошли наши подружки. Allegretto (C major).

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Catalogue title: 23 Songs of Various Nationalities.

Scoring: voice(s), piano, violin, cello.

Composed: 1816-17.

Individual item 20 from the corresponding collection, not the complete set.

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Catalogue title: 23 Songs of Various Nationalities.

Scoring: voice(s), piano, violin, cello.

Composed: 1816-17.

Individual item 20 from the corresponding collection, not the complete set.

Item in the set: Duet - Como la mariposa soy. Tempo di Bolero (C major).

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Composed: 1817.

Additional information:
Come fill, fill, my good fellow!
Fill high, high, my good Fellow,
And let`s be merry and mellow,
And let us have one bottle more.
When warm the heart is...Read more

Composed: 1817.

Additional information:
Come fill, fill, my good fellow!
Fill high, high, my good Fellow,
And let`s be merry and mellow,
And let us have one bottle more.
When warm the heart is flowing,
And bright the fancy glowing,
Oh, shame on the dolt would be going,
Nor tarry for one bottle more!

My Heart, let me but lighten,
And Life, let me but brighten,
And Care, let me but frighten.
He`ll fly us with one bottle more!
By day, tho` he confound me,
When friends at night have found me,
There is Paradise around me
But let me have one bottle more!

So now, here`s to the Lasses!
See, see, while the toast passes,
How it lights up beaming glasses!
Encore to the Lasses, encore.
We`ll toast the welcome greeting
Of hearts in union beating.
And oh! For our next merry meeting,
Huzza! Then for one bottle more!

Sung text (original language):
Come fill, fill, my good fellow!
Fill high, high, my good Fellow,
And let’s be merry and mellow,
And let us have one bottle more.
When warm the heart is flowing,
And bright the fancy glowing,
Oh, shame on the dolt would be going,
Nor tarry for one bottle more!

REFRAIN:
Come fill ...
My Heart, let me but lighten,
And Life, let me but brighten,
And Care, let me but frighten.

He’ll fly us with one bottle more!
By day, tho’ he confound me,
When friends at night have found me,
There is Paradise around me
But let me have one bottle more!
REFRAIN

So now, here’s to the Lasses!
See, see, while the toast passes,
How it lights up beaming glasses!
Encore to the Lasses, encore.
We’ll toast the welcome greeting
Of hearts in union beating.
And oh! For our next merry meeting,
Huzza! Then for one bottle more!

REFRAIN

William Smyth (1765-1849)

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25 Scottish Songs: No. 19 “O Swiftly Glides the Bonny Boat”.

Composed: 1815.

Sung text (original language):
O swiftly glides the bonny boat
Just parted from the shore,
And to the fisher’s chorus...Read more

25 Scottish Songs: No. 19 “O Swiftly Glides the Bonny Boat”.

Composed: 1815.

Sung text (original language):
O swiftly glides the bonny boat
Just parted from the shore,
And to the fisher’s chorus note
Soft moves the dipping oar.
His toils are borne with happy cheer
And ever may they speed,
That feeble age and helpmate dear
And tender bairnies feed.
REFRAIN:
We cast our lines in Largo Bay,
Our nets are floating wide,
Our bonny boat with yielding sway
Rocks lightly in the tide.
Amd happy prove our daily lot
Upon the summer sea,
And blest on land our kindly Cot
Where all our treasures be.
The mermaid on her rock may sing,
The witch may weave her charm,
Nor watersprite nor eldritch thing
The bonny boat can harm.
It safely bears its scaly store
Thro many a storm gale,
While joyful shouts rise from the
shore,
Its homeward prow to hail.

Joanna Baillie (1762-1851)

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25 Scottish Songs: No. 20 “Faithfu” Johnie’.

Composed: 1813.

Catalogue title: 26 Welsh Songs, WoO 155.

Scoring: 1-2 voice(s), violin, cello, piano (or harp).

Composed: 1810-15.

Individual item 1 from the corresponding collection, not the complete set....Read more

Catalogue title: 26 Welsh Songs, WoO 155.

Scoring: 1-2 voice(s), violin, cello, piano (or harp).

Composed: 1810-15.

Individual item 1 from the corresponding collection, not the complete set.

Item in the set: Duet - Sion, the Son of Evan. Maestoso e con molto spirito (B ♭ major).

Sung text (original language):
Hear the shuts of Evan’s son!
See the gallant chase begun!
Lo the deer affrighted run
Up yon mountain’s side.
Check your speed, ye timorous deer,
Safely rest and cease you fear,
Or boldly on your cliffs appear
And bear your antlers high!
Deep through yonder tangling wood
See the felon wolf pursued,
Straining hard, and streaming blood,
Sion’s hounds are nigh!
See the woodland savage grim,
Boney, gaunt, and large of limb,
Furious plunge, and fearless swim
O’er the water wide.
Hear the woods resounding far,
Hark the distant din of war,
See th’impatient hunter dare
Conway’s swelling tide.
Evan’s son pursues the foe;
See his ardent visage glow!
Now he speeds the mortal blow,
See the savage die!
From dusky den and thorny brake,
The chiding hounds the echoes wake,
The forest’s cowering inmates quake,
And triumph rends the air.
Was ever youth like Evan’s son,
Was ever course so nobly run?
Was ever prize so glorious won,
‘Tis Winifred the fair!
To hardy deeds and conquering arms,
That save the fold from midnight
harms,
The ancient chief decrees her charms
The maid beyond compare!

Anne Grant

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Catalogue title: 26 Welsh Songs, WoO 155.

Scoring: 1-2 voice(s), violin, cello, piano (or harp).

Composed: 1810-15.

Individual item 15 from the corresponding collection, not the complete set....Read more

Catalogue title: 26 Welsh Songs, WoO 155.

Scoring: 1-2 voice(s), violin, cello, piano (or harp).

Composed: 1810-15.

Individual item 15 from the corresponding collection, not the complete set.

Item in the set: When Mortals all to rest retire. Andante affettuoso con molto espressione (A minor).

Sung text (original language):
When mortals all to rest retire,
o Moon! Thou hear’st my whisp’ring
lyre:
to thee I wake the mournful lay;
for sure thou lookst as if thy ray
would confort, if it could,
convey, and happier songs inspire.
And I will happier be;
my heart, though late, shall wisdom
learn,
from love’s delusions free:
my spirit shall in dignant burn,
and I with maiden pride will spurn
his strange inconstancy.
Roll on ye hours! And back restore
the peaceful thoughts I knew before,
when smil’d the arts, when charm’d
the muse,
when morn for me had beauteous
hues,
and evening could her calm diffuse
my ardent bosom o’er.
But Love! Thou fiend of pain!
I feel the tears of anguish start
how hard my peace to gain!
O fiend and tyrant as thou art!
That wring’st from my unwilling heart
the sighs that I disdain.

William Smyth (1765-1849)

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1. Wechsellied zum Tanze
2. Neckereien
3. Der Gang zum Liebchen

1. An die Heimat
2. Der Abend
3. Fragen

1. O schoene Nacht
2. Spaetherbst
3. Albendlied
4. Warum?

1. Sehnsucht
2. Naechtens

4 Zigeunerlieder:
3. Himmel strahlt so helle und klar
4. Rote Rosenknospen
5. Brennessel steht am Wegesrand
6. Liebe Schwalbe, kleine Schwalbe

Translated by Martin Luther

1. Denn es gehnet dem Menschen wie dem Vieh
2. Ich wandte mich und sahe an alle
3. O Tod, wie bitter bist du
4. Wenn ich mit Menschen - und mit Engelszungen redete