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<poem> | |||
When Allen-a-Dale went a-hunting, | |||
His bow was stout and strong | |||
And nought that was game escaped him, | |||
The bushes green among, | |||
The Abbot of Beverly cried, "Oh, fie!" | |||
As he rode out to dine with a knight hard by; | |||
But Allen-a-Dale went a-hunting, | |||
On the King's highway. | |||
Who was the father of Allen-a-Dale? | |||
His sire was a Saxon and Lord of the vale, | |||
But the Normans came down with their proud chivalry, | |||
And they robbed him, and slew him, and burnt his rooftree! | |||
So Allen-a-Dale went a-hunting, | |||
On the King's highway. | |||
What was the calling of Allen-a-Dale? | |||
He was a forester good, | |||
A harper well skilled in ditty and tale, | |||
And the comrade of bold Robin Hood! | |||
And together they ranged the forest glade, | |||
And shot their arrows free: | |||
But because he could sing like a minstrel king, | |||
Why, Allen's the boy, for me! | |||
</poem> | |||
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- Editor: Kelvin Smith (submitted 2003-05-07). Score information: Letter, 5 pages Copyright: CPDL
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- CPDL #3557: Sibelius 2
- Editor: Stuart McIntosh (submitted 2002-04-26). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 148 kbytes Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: When Allen-A-Dale Went A-Hunting
Composer: Robert Lucas Pearsall
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
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Original text and translations
English text
When Allen-a-Dale went a-hunting,
His bow was stout and strong
And nought that was game escaped him,
The bushes green among,
The Abbot of Beverly cried, "Oh, fie!"
As he rode out to dine with a knight hard by;
But Allen-a-Dale went a-hunting,
On the King's highway.
Who was the father of Allen-a-Dale?
His sire was a Saxon and Lord of the vale,
But the Normans came down with their proud chivalry,
And they robbed him, and slew him, and burnt his rooftree!
So Allen-a-Dale went a-hunting,
On the King's highway.
What was the calling of Allen-a-Dale?
He was a forester good,
A harper well skilled in ditty and tale,
And the comrade of bold Robin Hood!
And together they ranged the forest glade,
And shot their arrows free:
But because he could sing like a minstrel king,
Why, Allen's the boy, for me!