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- CPDL #04837:
(Finale 2003)
- Editor: Oliver Barton (submitted 2003-04-23). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 220 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Choral score, no accompaniment.
General Information
Title: Drake's Drum
Composer: Charles Villiers Stanford
Lyricist: Henry Newbolt (1862-1938)
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: TTBB
and Solo Baritone
Genre: Secular, Cantata
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
{{Published}} is obsolete (code commented out), replaced with {{Pub}} for works and {{PubDatePlace}} for publications.
Description: No. 1 from 'Songs of the Sea'.
External websites:
- Drake's Drum at the Petrucci Music Library (IMSLP)
Original text and translations
English text
Drake he's in his hammock till the great Armadas come,
(Captain, art thou sleeping there below?),
Slung atween the round shot, listenin' for the drum,
And dreaming all the time of Plymouth Hoe.
Call him on the deep sea, call him up the Sound,
Call him when ye sail to meet the foe;
Where the old trade's plying and the old flag flying,
They shall find him, ware and waking, as they found him long ago.
Swiftly the great ship glides,
Her storms forgot, her weary watches past;
Northward she glides and thro' th' enchanted haze
Faint on the verge her far hope dawns at last.
Thro' sunny mist a-glow,
Like noonday ghosts of summer moonshine gleam -
Soft as old sorrow, bright as old renown,
There lies the home of all our mortal dream.