Dulce Et Decorum Est. Choral Edition (James Crawford)

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  • (Posted 2021-02-07)  CPDL #62717:           
Editor: James Crawford (submitted 2021-02-07).   Score information: A4, 13 pages, 197 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: This choral arrangement for tenor, baritone, bass and piano is based upon the original song and uses the text of the poem by Wilfred Owen.

General Information

Title: Dulce Et Decorum Est. Choral Edition.
Composer: James Crawford
Lyricist: Wilfred Owen

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: TBB
Genre: SecularArt song

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

First published: 2021
Description: This choral arrangement is based upon the original solo song of the same name and uses the text of the poem by Wilfred Owen.

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Original text and translations

English.png English text

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marche asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! - An ecstacy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime...
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I was him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, biter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, -
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.