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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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A wonderful occupation:
A wonderful occupation:
Making songs!
Making songs!
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So that we stand,  
So that we stand,  
Like a bright flame,  
Like a bright flame,  
Over the plain.
Over the plain.}}
</poem>


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Editor: Oliver Barton (submitted 2006-01-26).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 97 kB   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: The Joy of the Singer
Composer: Oliver Barton

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

Published: 2006

Description: The Netsilik Innuit Piuvkaq has a wistful and gently melancholic line in verse. He wants to succeed in hunting, fishing and making songs, but he's not very good at any of them. So here is a wistful and gently melancholy celebration of the not-very-successful, which is probably most of us. It makes a change from heroes and the self-important.

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Original text and translations

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A wonderful occupation:
Making songs!
But all too often they
Are failures, failures.
A wonderful fate
Getting wishes fulfilled!
But all too often they
Slip past.
A wonderful occupation
Hunting caribou!
But all too rarely we
Excel at it
So that we stand,
Like a bright flame,
Over the plain.