A Catch on the Duke of Marlborough's Victory (Richard Brown)

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Editor: Anders Stenberg (submitted 2005-12-04).   Score information: A4, 5 pages, 748 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: A Catch on the Duke of Marlborough's Victory
Composer: Richard Brown

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: SSS
Genre: SecularCanon

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1731-33

Description: One of four catches on military matter.

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Original text and translations

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At the close of the Evening the Watches were set,
the Guards went the Round, and the Tatatato was beat.

But now yonder Stars appear in the Sky,
And Rarararara is sounded on High,

We shall soon be reliev'd then drink away,
here's to you, and to you, and to you.
Let us drink, let till 'tis day,

The Duke sounds to Horse Boys, let's mount and away.
Rouze up English Courage, we can't lose the Day.
Remember the feats by our Ancestors done,
where Englishmen fight to be sure the French run;

Rash Tallards surpriz'd, to behold us so near,
Bavaria's old Courage is sunk in despair.
Lead on the Attack, then our Friends shall come after,
we'll enliven their Spirits, by our Enemies slaughter.

'tis for you brave Allies, this great march we took on us,
fall back noble Germans' and only look on us,

we'll show you how easy the Conquest is made,
three English 'Huzzahs’ strike the Frenchmen all dead.

Come here`s a good Health to Prince Lewis The Brave,
The Prince that has buried the Turks in the Save,
For drinkers of Water a Suitable grave,

Both the old and new Turk, are here overthrown
now my jolly Comrades have at the fair Town,
with our Bombs of old Hock will we batter it down,

the Danube's our slave once again,
a greater than Xerxes has thrown in his Chain,
and the Heydelburg Tun shall close the Campaign.

From Aud'nard fam'd Battle to Lille we'll now march,
we've swing'd em i'th' Field, now their towns let us search;

flee Boys, to the Trenches, redouble your fire,
Jack's heart soon will ake, as he sees you come nigher:

Tou fou cry your Cannon, fix't right as they can be,
we'll first singe their doublets, then drown 'em in Brandy.