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  • CPDL #03914:     
Editor: Laura Conrad (submitted 2002-08-12).   Score information: Letter, 24 pages, 280 kB   Copyright: GnuGPL
Edition notes: From a collection of Drinking songs

General Information

Title: Slaves are they that heap up mountains
Composer: John Stafford Smith
Lyricist: Thomas Randolph

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: TTBB
Genre: SecularCanon

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

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Original text and translations

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Slaves are they that heap up mountains,
Still desiring more and more!
We’ll carouse in Bacchus’ fountains,
Never dreaming to be poor.
Give us then a cup of liquor,
Fill it up unto the brim!
For then methinks our wits grow quicker,
When our brains in liquor swim.