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- (Posted 2014-09-25) CPDL #33022: (Finale 2012)
- Editor: Chris Dell (submitted 2014-09-25). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 45 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Arranged by Chris Dell.
General Information
Title: The King
Composer: Anonymous (Traditional)
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Folksong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published:
Description: Irish traditional
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
Joy, health, love and peace
be all here in this place.
By your leave we will sing
concerning our king.
Our king is well dressed
in silks of the best,
in ribbons so rare
no king can compare.
We have travelled many miles
over hedges and stiles,
in search of our king.
Unto you we bring.
We have powder and shot
to conquer the lot.
We have cannon and ball
to conquer them all.
Old Christmas is past,
Twelfth Night is the last,
and we bid you adieu
great joy to the new!