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'''Description:''' Arrangement of a Scots song (origins hazy) as a glee suitable for performance by both sexes. Also known as "Lady Anne Bothwell's lament". | '''Description:''' Arrangement of a Scots song (origins hazy) as a glee suitable for performance by both sexes. Also known as "Lady Anne Bothwell's lament". | ||
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- CPDL #23139:
- Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2011-02-13). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 64 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score. Please click on the link for preview/playback/PDF download.
General Information
Title: Baloo, my babe
Composer: Joseph Corfe
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
{{Published}} is obsolete (code commented out), replaced with {{Pub}} for works and {{PubDatePlace}} for publications. "Twelve glees. . . Composed from ancient Scotch melodies, etc." London, 1791.
Description: Arrangement of a Scots song (origins hazy) as a glee suitable for performance by both sexes. Also known as "Lady Anne Bothwell's lament".
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Original text and translations
English text
Baloo, my babe, lie still and sleep, It grieves me sore to see thee weep.
If thou'lt be silent I'll be glad, Thy mourning makes my heart full sad.
Baloo, my babe thy mother's joy, Thy father breeds thee great annoy.
Baloo , my babe, lie still awhile, And when thou wakest, sweetly smile,
But do not smile as father did To cozen maidens, God forbid.
But now I fear that thou wilt leer, Thy father's flatt'ring heart to bear.
Baloo, my babe, thy mother's joy, Thy father breeds thee great annoy.
When he began to court my love, With sugared words he did me move.
His feigning face and flattering tears That unto me in time appears.
But now I see that cruelty Cares neither for my babe nor me.
Baloo, my babe, thy mother's joy, Thy father breeds thee great annoy.
Now by my griefs, I vow and swear Thee and all others to forbear.
I'll neither kiss nor cull nor clap, But lull my youngling in my lap.
Be still my heart, leave off to moan And sleep securely all alone.
Baloo, my babe, thy mother's joy, Thy father breeds thee great annoy.