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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
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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
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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
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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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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