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==Music files== | ==Music files== | ||
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*{{CPDLno|3914}} [[Media:Drinking.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:Stafford_Slaves.mid|{{mid}}]] | |||
* | {{Editor|Laura Conrad|2002-08-12}}{{ScoreInfo|Letter|24|280}}{{Copy|GnuGPL}} | ||
:'''Edition notes:''' From a collection of Drinking songs | |||
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==General Information== | ==General Information== | ||
'''Title:''' ''Slaves are they that heap up mountains''<br> | |||
{{Composer|John Stafford Smith}} | |||
{{Lyricist|Thomas Randolph}} | |||
{{Voicing|4|TTBB}}<br> | |||
{{Genre|Secular|Canons}} | |||
{{Language|English}} | |||
{{Instruments|A cappella}} | |||
{{Pub|1|}} | |||
'''Description:''' | |||
'''External websites:''' | |||
==Original text and translations== | ==Original text and translations== | ||
{{Text|English| | |||
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.}} | |||
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- 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: Secular, Canon
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published:
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
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.