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THE BURNING BABE for C h orus ( S.A.T.B.)

Po e m b y Ro b e r t So ut h we ll

BR A X T O N

BRAXTON

BLAKE MUSIC

BL AKE


2 To Niels Nilson

PHOTOCOPYING

THE BURNING BABE

PROHIBITED

for Chor us (S.A.T.B.)

ROBERT SOUTHWELL

BRAXTON BL AKE

(1561-1595)

(1997)

=80-86 con molto rubato Soprano

Alto

Tenor solo

Bass As

I

in

hoa

ry

win ter’s night

Stood

shive ring in

the

snow

Sur

=80-86 con molto rubato for rehearsal only

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(tutti)

T.

And,

lift ing up a

tutti

B. pris’d I

was with

sud den heat, Which

made my heart to

glow;

And,

lift

ing

up

10

fear

ful eye

To

view what fire was

near,

A

pret ty Babe all

burn

ing bright

Did

fear

ful eye

To

view what fire was

near,

A

pret ty Babe all

burn

ing bright

Did

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S. Who

scorch ĂŠd with ex ces sive

heat,

Such

floods

of tears did

Who

scorch ĂŠd with ex ces sive

heat,

Such

floods

of tears did

tears

did

A.

T. in the air ap

pear;

in the air ap

pear;

Such

floods

of

B.

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shed

As

though his floods should quench his

flames,

Which

with

his tears were

shed

As

though his floods should quench his

flames,

Which

with

his tears were

shed

As

though his floods should quench his

flames,

Which

with

his tears were


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fed.

“A

las” (quoth he) “but

new ly

born, in

fie

ry

heats I

fry,

Yet

fed.

“A

las” (quoth he) “but

new ly

born, in

fie

ry

heats I

fry,

Yet

fed.

“A

las” (quoth he) “but

new ly

born, in

fie

ry

heats I

fry,

Yet

“A

las” (quoth he) “but

new ly

born, in

fie

ry

heats I

fry,

Yet

30

29

none ap proach to

warm their hearts,

Or

feel my

fire, but

I.

My

fault less breast the

none ap proach to

warm their hearts,

Or

feel my

fire, but

I.

My

fault less breast the

none ap proach to

warm their hearts,

Or

feel my

fire, but

I.

My

fault less breast the

none ap proach to

warm their hearts,

Or

feel my

fire, but

I.

My

fault less breast the


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fur

nace

is;

The

fuel,

wound ing

thorns;

Love

is

the

fire, and

sighs the smoke, The

fur

nace

is;

The

fuel,

wound ing

thorns;

Love

is

the

fire, and

sighs the smoke, The

fur

nace

is;

The

fuel,

wound ing

thorns;

Love

is

the

fire, and

sighs the smoke, The

fur

nace

is;

The

fuel,

wound ing

thorns;

Love

is

the

fire, and

sighs the smoke, The

40

39

ash

es, shame and

scorns.

The

fuel

Jus

tice

lay

eth on,

And

Mer

cy

ash

es, shame and

scorns.

The

fuel

Jus

tice

lay

eth on,

And

Mer

cy

ash

es, shame and

scorns.

The

fuel

Jus

tice

lay

eth on,

And

Mer

cy

ash

es, shame and

scorns.

The

fuel

Jus

tice

lay

eth on,

And

Mer

cy


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blows the coals,

The

me

tal

in

this fur nace

wrought

Are

men’s de

fil

èd

blows the coals,

The

me

tal

in

this fur nace

wrought

Are

men’s de

fil

èd

blows the coals,

The

me

tal

in

this fur nace

wrought

Are

men’s de

fil

èd

blows the coals,

The

me

tal

in

this fur

wrought

Are

men’s de

fil

èd

48

nace

50

souls;

For

which, as

now

on

fire

I

am

To

work

them

to

their

souls;

For

which, as

now

on

fire

I

am

To

work

them

to

their

souls;

For

which, as

now

on

fire

I

am

To

work

them

to

their

souls;

For

which, as

now

on

fire

I

am

To

work

them

to

their


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good,

So

will

I

melt

in

to

a

bath

To

wash them in

my

good,

So

will

I

melt

in

to

a

bath

To

wash them in

my

good,

So

will

I

melt

in

to

a

bath

To

wash them in

my

good,

So

will

I

melt

in

to

a

bath

To

wash them in

my

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S. blood.”

With

this

he

va

nished

out

of

sight,

blood.”

With

this

he

va

nished

out

of

sight,

blood.”

With

this

he

va

nished

out

of

sight,

nished

out

of

sight,

With

this

he

va

A.

T.

solo

solo blood.”

With

this

he

va

And

B. gli altri

blood.”

nished

out

of

sight,


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60

swift

ly

And

swift

ly

shrunk a

way,

And

And

swift

ly

shrunk a

way,

And

And

swift

ly

shrunk a

way,

And

shrunk a

way,

And

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swift

And

ly

shrunk a

straight I

cal

way,

rit.

And

=40 molto rit.

straight I

cal

led

un

to

mind

That

it

was Christ

mas

Day.

straight I

cal

led

un

to

mind

That

it

was Christ

mas

Day.

straight I

cal

led

un

to

mind

That

it

was Christ

mas

Day.

That

it

was Christ

mas

Day.

That it was Christ =40 molto rit.

mas

Day.

un

straight I rit.

to

cal

led

un

to

mind

mind

led

The Burning Babe - for chorus (S.A.T.B.)  

Poem by Robert Southwell (1561-1595)

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