Three Carols (Peter Warlock)
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All three pieces
- (Posted 2021-08-11) CPDL #65450:
- Editor: Douglas Walczak (submitted 2021-08-11). Score information: Letter, 10 pages, 201 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: complete choral score - keyboard reduction of the orchestra.
Separate pieces
- 1. Tyrley Tyrlow
- (Posted 2021-08-11) CPDL #65453:
- Editor: Douglas Walczak (submitted 2021-08-11). Score information: Letter, 5 pages, 126 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
- 2. Balulalow
- (Posted 2021-08-11) CPDL #65452:
- Editor: Douglas Walczak (submitted 2021-08-11). Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 78 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
- (Posted 2001-01-10) CPDL #01791:
- Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2001-01-10). Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 191 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
- 3. The Sycamore Tree
- (Posted 2021-08-11) CPDL #65454:
- Editor: Douglas Walczak (submitted 2021-08-11). Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 92 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Three Carols
Composer: Peter Warlock
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Carol
Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard
First published: 1923
Description: Keyboard reduction of full score
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Original text and translations
English text
1. Tyrley Tyrlow
About the field they piped right,
So merrily the shepherds began to blow.
Adown from heaven that is so high.
Tyrley, tyrlow, tyrley, terlow, tyrley, tyrlow.
Of angels there came a company
With merry songs and melody,
The shepherds anon gan them a-spy.
Tyrley, tyrlow, tyrley, terlow, tyrley, tyrlow.
The shepherds hied them to Bedlem
To see that blessed sun his beam.
And there they found that glorious leme.
Tyrley, tyrlow, tyrley, terlow, tyrley, tyrlow.
Now pray we to that meke child,
And to his mother that is so mild,
The which was never defiled
Tyrley, tyrlow, tyrley, terlow, tyrley, tyrlow.
That we may come unto his bliss,
where joy shall never miss,
Then may we sing in paradise.
Tyrley, tyrlow, tyrley, terlow, tyrley, tyrlow.
I pray you that be here
For to sing and make good cheer
In the worship of God this year.
Tyrley, tyrlow, tyrley, terlow, tyrley, tyrlow.
2. Balulalow
O my dear hert, young Jesus sweet,
Prepare thy creddil in my spreit,
And I sall rock thee in my hert
And never mair from thee depart.
Now I sall praise thee evermore
With sangis sweet unto Thy glor!
The knees of my hert sall I bow,
And sing tht richt Balulalow.
3. The Sycamore Tree
As I sat under the sycamore tree,
a sycamore tree, a sycamore tree,
I looked me out upon the sea
A Christmas day in the morning.
I saw three ships a-sailing there,
a-sailing there, a-sailing there,
The Virgin Mary and Christ they bare
A Christmas day in the morning.
He did whistle and she did sing,
she did sing, she did sing,
And all the bells on earth did ring,
A Christmas day in the morning.
And now we hope to taste your cheer,
taste your cheer, taste your cheer,
And wish you all a happy new year,
A Christmas day in the morning.