No. 6353|Wachner|The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere|Full Score
JULIAN WACHNER The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere for Narrator and Chamber Orchestra
Argument Introductory remarks by Joe Pernice To be read (ad libitum) by narrator at beginning of performance, or can be placed in the program besides the program notes How could Paul Revere have possibly known the importance of that evening journey when he rode from Charlestown, Massachusetts to Lexington, warning the townspeople and minutemen along the way of what was to come? Could he have had the faintest idea that his now-famous cry, “The British are coming!” would inspire the people to defend their new country—one that would remain a beacon of freedom in the world for over two hundred years? It was April 18, 1775. Paul Revere was working as an express rider for the Boston Committee of Correspondence. He was sent for by Doctor Joseph Warren to warn Samuel Adams and John Hancock in Lexington that British troops were marching in force to arrest them. Since there were no telephones or e-mail, Paul Revere traveled by the fastest means of the day: a horse he borrowed from his friend Deacon John Larkin. Two burning lanterns hung in the bell-tower of Christ Church in Boston as a signal that the British troops would row by sea across the Charles River in Cambridge on their way to Lexington. The trusty horse galloped madly over paths and cobblestone roads that still remain, but have long since been paved and illuminated by electric lights. Maybe Paul Revere’s coat brushed against the low branches of an oak tree that still stands. Maybe some of your ancestors heard Paul Revere’s cry and took up arms to protect their homes. In 1861 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote his famous poem, “Paul Revere’s Ride.” Though there are some factual inconsistencies, the poem has endured as a great piece of American literature because of the way it captures the timeless patriotic spirit Americans strive to exhibit to this day. Wadsworth asks in the opening stanza: “Listen my children and you shall hear...” Today we ask the same as Wadsworth’s words dance to this music. If you listen closely you’ll hear: The feet of the British soldiers marching mechanically through the stone streets. The dark Mystic River sliding out like syrup to meet the sea. The furtive footsteps climbing the wooden church tower steps. Paul Revere’s heavy stride to saddle and mount his reliable horse. And you’ll hear and create the sounds of the horse’s mad galloping over: cobblestone roads (the sparks rising from the horse’s iron shoes), through farmers’ fields, and over beaten wooded paths. The Medford clock tower will strike midnight. The cock crowing and the farmers dog barking their own warnings as if to aid Paul Revere with his task. From the bridge at Concord, the flocks of sheep warning the minutemen in their own way. The small birds high up in their moonlit trees, singing desperately to wake the townsfolk from their dreams. And you’ll imagine Paul Revere’s simple sentence, one that would change the lives of every person who came after him: The British are coming! The British are coming! The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere for Narrator and Chamber Orchestra INSTRUMENTATION 1 Flute doubling piccolo 1 Oboe 1 Clarinet in Bb 1 Bassoon 2 Horns in F 1 Trumpet in C doubling piccolo trumpet ad lib. 1 Trombone Percussion (1 player) Timpani (4 drums) Roto-toms (4 drums) Woodblocks Snare Drum Tambourine Glockenspiel Suspended Cymbal Triangle Tubular Chimes Strings Violin I (no fewer than 4 players) Violin II (no fewer than 3 players) Viola (no fewer than 2 players) Cello (no fewer than 2 players) Bass Duration: ca. 20:00
Narrator’s Text by conductor’s cue Paul Revere’s Ride Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, “If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,— One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.” Then he said, “Good-night!” and with muffled oar Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore... Just as the moon rose over the bay, Where swinging wide at her moorings lay The Somerset, British man-of-war; A phantom ship, with each mast and spar Across the moon like a prison bar, And a huge black hulk, that was magnified By its own reflection in the tide. Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and street Wanders and watches with eager ears, Till in the silence around him he hears The muster of men at the barrack door, The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet, And the measured tread of the grenadiers, Marching down to their boats on the shore. Then he climbed the tower of the Old North Church, By the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread, To the belfry-chamber overhead, And startled the pigeons from their perch On the sombre rafters, that round him made Masses and moving shapes of shade,— By the trembling ladder, steep and tall, To the highest window in the wall, Where he paused to listen and look down A moment on the roofs of the town, And the moonlight flowing over all. Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead, In their night encampment on the hill, Wrapped in silence so deep and still That he could hear, like a sentinel’s tread, The watchful night-wind, as it went Creeping along from tent to tent, And seeming to whisper, “All is well!” A moment only he feels the spell Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread Of the lonely belfry and the dead;
For suddenly all his thoughts are bent On a shadowy something far away, Where the river widens to meet the bay,— A line of black that bends and floats On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats. Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride, Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere. Now he patted his horse’s side, Now gazed at the landscape far and near, Then, impetuous, stamped the earth, And turned and tightened his saddle-girth; But mostly he watched with eager search The belfry tower of the Old North Church, As it rose above the graves on the hill, Lonely and spectral and sombre and still. And lo! as he looks, on the belfry’s height A glimmer, and then a gleam of light! He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns, But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight... A second lamp in the belfry burns! A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet: That was all!... And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat. He has left the village and mounted the steep, And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep, Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides;... ...And under the alders that skirt its edge, Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge, Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides. It was twelve by the village clock, When he crossed the bridge into Medford town. He heard the crowing of the cock, And the barking of the farmer’s dog, And felt the damp of the river fog, That rises after the sun goes down. It was one by the village clock, When he galloped into Lexington. He saw the gilded weathercock Swim in the moonlight as he passed, And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare, Gaze at him with a spectral glare, As if they already stood aghast At the bloody work they would look upon.
It was two by the village clock, When he came to the bridge in Concord town. He heard the bleating of the flock, And the twitter of birds among the trees, [He] felt the breath of the morning breeze Blowing over the meadows brown. spoken very slowly: And one was safe and asleep in his bed Who at the bridge would be first to fall, Who that day would be lying dead, Pierced by a British musket-ball. normal oration: You know the rest. In the books you have read How the British Regulars fired and fled —How the farmers gave them ball for ball, From behind each fence and farm-yard wall, Chasing the red-coats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load. So through the night rode Paul Revere; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm,— A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore! For, borne on the night-wind of the Past, Through all our history, to the last, In the hour of darkness and peril and need, The people will waken and listen to hear The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed, And the midnight message of Paul Revere. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1861)
Catalog No. 6353 Commissioned by the Landmarks Orchestra for the orchestra's Concerts for Children. The work received its premiere Saturday, June 19th, 2004 on the Boston Common under the direction of Charles Ansbacher, music director
The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere for Narrator and Chamber Orchestra
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Allegro assai (q = 120 m.m.) (1861) Piccolo/Flute
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Julian Wachner [2004]
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Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year.
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© Copyright 2004 by E. C. Schirmer Music Company. A division of ECS Publishing,
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Boston, Massachusetts. All rights reserved. Made in U.S.A.
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He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,-One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and arm."
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Then he said, "Good-night!" and with muffled oar Silently rowed to the Charleston shore...
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Where swinging wide at her moorings lay The Somerset, British man-of war;
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A phantom ship, with each mast and spar Across the moon like a prison bar,
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And a huge black hulk, that was magnified By its own reflection in the tide.
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Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and street Wanders and watches with eager ears, Till in the silence around him he hears The muster of men at the barrack door, The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet, And the measured tread of the grenadiers, Marching down to their boats on the shore.
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Then he climbed the tower of the Old North Church, By the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread, To the belfry-chamber overhead, And startled the pigeons from their perch On the sombre rafters, that round him made Masses and moving shapes of shade,-By the trembling ladder, steep and tall, To the highest window in the wall, Where he paused to listen and look down A moment on the roofs of the town, And the moonlight flowing over all.
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Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead, In their night encampment on the hill, Wrapped in silence so deep and still That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread, The watchful night-wind, as it went Creeping along from tent to tent, And seeming to whisper, "All is well!"
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A moment only he feels the spell Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread Of the lonely belfry and the dead;
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For suddenly all his thoughts are bent On a shadowy something far away, Where the river widens to meet the bay.-A line of black that bends and floats On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats.
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29 Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride, Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere. Now he patted his horse's side, Now gazed at the landscape far and near, Then, impetuous, stamped the earth, And turned and tightened his saddle-girth; But mostly he watched with eager search The belfry tower of the Old North Church, As it rose above the graves on the hill, Lonely and spectral and sombre and still.
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And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height A glimmer, and then a gleam of light! He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns, But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight...
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A second lamp in the belfry burns!
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A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet:
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5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
Vla.
5
Vc.
Cb.
5
C Tpt.
Timp.
5
Hn.
Tbn.
Cl.
Hn.
5
Bsn.
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
41
215
Picc.
5
5
Ob.
5
Children
Vln. I
5
5
5
5
Vln. II
5
5
5
5
5
5 5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
Vla.
5
Vc.
Cb.
5
C Tpt.
Timp.
5
5
Hn.
Tbn.
Cl.
Hn.
5
Bsn.
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
42
217
Picc.
Timp.
Children
Vln. I
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
Vln. II
5
5
C Tpt.
5
5
Hn.
Tbn.
5
Cl.
Hn.
5
Ob.
Bsn.
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
Vla.
5
5
5
5
Vc.
Cb.
5
5
5
5
43
219
Picc.
Cl.
Hn.
Timp.
Children
Tamb.
Vln. I
5
5
5
5
mf
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
5
Vc.
Vla.
5
5
Vln. II
Cb.
C Tpt.
5
Hn.
Tbn.
5
Ob.
Bsn.
5
5
5
44
221
Picc.
Ob.
Cl.
Bsn.
Hn.
C Tpt.
Timp.
Children
Tamb.
Vln. II
Vla.
Vc.
Cb.
mp
ff
Vln. I
Hn.
Tbn.
That was all! mp mp mp pizz.
mp
pizz.
mp
45
Ob.
Cl.
225
Picc.
Bsn.
Hn.
f
Hn.
C Tpt.
S. D.
Vln. I
Vc.
mf
Vla.
Vln. II
Cb.
f
Tbn.
mf
46
229
Picc.
Ob.
Cl.
Bsn.
Hn.
ff
mf
ff
ff
Tbn.
Children
W. Bl.
f
mp C Tpt.
mp
Hn.
mp
f
f
mp
f
f
ff
mp And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
Vln. I
Vln. II
Vla.
Vc.
Cb.
Arco
ff
ff
ff
ff
ff
47
233
Picc.
ff
Ob.
ff
Cl.
ff Bsn.
Hn.
ff Hn.
C Tpt.
ff ff
Tbn.
Children
W. Bl.
Vln. I
ff
Vln. II
Vla.
Vc.
Cb.
48
Picc.
Hn.
C Tpt.
W. Bl.
Vln. I
Children
Tbn.
Cl.
Hn.
Ob.
Bsn.
237
Vln. II
Vla.
Vc.
Cb.
241
Picc.
Ob.
Cl.
Bsn.
Hn.
C Tpt.
Children
W. Bl.
Vln. I
Vln. II
Vla.
Vc.
Cb.
Hn.
Tbn.
49
50
244
Picc.
Ob.
Hn.
Cl.
Bsn.
Tbn.
Timp.
Children
Vln. I
fff C Tpt.
fff Hn.
fff
ff ff
ff
Vln. II
Vla.
Vc.
Cb.
248
Picc.
Cl.
Hn.
Ob.
Bsn.
51
fff
fff
Hn.
fff
Tbn.
Timp.
Children
Vln. I
Vln. II
Vla.
Vc.
Cb.
C Tpt.
fff
fff
fff
3
fff
5
fff
52
252
Picc.
Ob.
Cl.
Bsn.
Hn.
Hn.
mf
f
f
C Tpt.
Tbn.
Timp.
Children
Vln. I
Vln. II
f
f
Vc.
Cb.
6 6 6 6 6
6 6 6
Vla.
6 6 6 6
pizz.
53
Ob.
Cl.
254
Picc.
Bsn.
Hn.
mp
Hn.
C Tpt.
Tbn.
Vln. I
Vln. II
Vla.
p
p
p
mp
6
Vc.
Cb.
pp 6
6
6
6
6
6
6
6
6
6
6
mp
6
6
6
6
6
6
6
6
6
6
6
6
54
Ob.
Cl.
256
Picc.
Bsn.
Hn.
Rallentando while repeating
Hn.
C Tpt.
Tbn.
He has left the village and mounted the steep, And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep,
Vln. I
Rallentando while repeating
pizz.
6
6 6 6
Vln. II
Vla.
6
Vc.
Cb.
6
6
6
6
6
pizz
mp
mp
6
6
pizz
mp pizz.
mp
mp
55
q = 60 m.m.
258
Picc.
Ob.
Cl.
Bsn.
Hn.
p
Hn.
p
C Tpt.
p
Tbn.
p
play with hard end of stick
Timp.
pp
simile
...Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides;
Vln. I
q = 60 m.m.
And under the alders that skirt its edge,
Vln. II
Vla.
Vc.
arco
p Cb.
arco
p
56
Tempo primo (q = 120 m.m.)
262
Picc.
Ob.
Cl.
Bsn.
Hn.
Hn.
To Flute
ff
ff
ff
ff
f
f f
C Tpt.
Tbn.
Timp.
Tub. B.
f
Vln. II
Vla.
f
Tempo primo (q = 120 m.m.)
arco
ff
arco
ff
Vc.
Cb.
ff Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge, Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.
Vln. I
arco
ff
ff
ff
57
p
mp
268
Fl.
Ob.
Cl.
Bsn.
Hn.
Hn.
C Tpt.
Tbn.
Tub. B.
5
mp
p
f
p
mp
mp
It was twelve by the village clock, When he crossed the bridge into Medford town.
Vln. I
Vln. II
Vla.
Vc.
Cb.
58
272
Fl.
mf
Ob.
Cl.
Bsn.
275
Fl.
to Piccolo
Ob.
Cl.
Bsn.
Hn.
mp
Hn.
C Tpt.
mp mp
Tbn.
mp
59
f
f
279
Hn.
Hn.
solo
C Tpt.
f
Tbn.
Tri.
f
f
Vc.
Cb.
Vln. I
Vln. II
Vla.
f
f
f
f
f
282
Vln. I
Vln. II
Vla.
Vc.
Cb.
60
285
Picc.
Ob.
Cl.
Bsn.
Hn.
ff
ff
ff
f
Tbn.
Timp.
Vln. I
Vc.
f
f
ff
ff
Vla.
f
ff
ff
ff
f
Vln. II
Cb.
f
f
f
f
C Tpt.
ff
Hn.
61
289
Hn.
ff
Hn.
C Tpt.
Timp.
Vln. I
ff
Vla.
f
Vln. II
Cb.
Hn.
293
ff
Hn.
C Tpt.
Timp.
Vla.
Vc.
Cb.
ff
p
off the string, quasi scherzando
mp mp
He heard the crowing of the cock, And the barking of the farmer's dog,
mf Vc.
quasi-flutter, a rooster crowing
f
ff
62
297
Fl.
Ob.
Cl.
Bsn.
Hn.
6
6 6 6 6 6 6 6
6
fff
fff
Vc.
And he felt the damp of the river fog, That rises after the sun goes down.
mp
ff
ff
ff
Vla.
Vln. II
6
p
ff
Cb.
6
6
p
fff
Vln. I
6
C Tpt.
Timp.
6
Hn.
Tbn.
6
6
mp
mp
p
p
3
3
3
3
63
Fl.
300 6 6 6 6 6 6
6
Ob.
6
mf
6 6 6 6
Cl.
Bsn.
Hn.
6
6
6
6
mf
mf
Hn.
mf
C Tpt.
mf Tbn.
Vln. I
Vla.
Vc.
Cb.
mf
Vln. II
3
3
3
3
64 6 6
302
Fl.
6
6
Ob.
6 6 6 6
Cl.
Bsn.
Hn.
Hn.
C Tpt.
Tbn.
Tamb.
Tri.
Cb.
Tub. B.
Vc.
Vla.
Vln. II
W. Bl.
Vln. I
Glock.
pp
let ring
ff
pizz.
pizz.
pizz.
pizz.
pp
pp
mp
It was one by the village clock, When he galloped into Lexington. He saw the gilded weathercock Swim in the moonlight as he passed,
pp
pp pp
pp
65
306 solo
Ob.
Tamb.
Tri. W. Bl.
Glock.
Vln. I
And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare, Gaze at him with a spectral glare, As if they already stood aghast At the bloody work they would look upon.
Vla.
mp
Vln. II
Vc.
310
Tamb. Tri. W. Bl.
Tub. B.
Glock.
Vln. I
Vln. II
Vla.
Vc.
pp
pp
pp
pp
f
arco
arco
arco
arco
66
314
Children
W. Bl.
ff
mf
mf
It was two by the village clock, When he came to the bridge in Concord town. He heard the bleating of the flock, And the twitter of birds among the trees
Vln. I
Vln. II
Vla.
Vc.
ff mp
ff mp
ff p
ff
p
317
Fl.
Tbn.
gliss.
gliss.
mf like the bleating of sheep
Children
W. Bl.
Vln. I
Vln. II
Vla.
Vc.
gliss.
f
gliss. gliss.
67
321
Picc.
Ob.
Cl.
Bsn.
Hn.
Timp.
Children
W. Bl.
C Tpt.
Hn.
Tbn.
He felt the breath of the morning breeze Blowing over the meadows brown.
Vln. I
Vln. II
Vla.
Vc.
Cb.
ff
ff
ff
ff
f
f
f
f
And one was safe and asleep in his bed Who at the bridge would be first to fall, Who that day would be lying dead, Pierced by a British musket-ball.
f
You know the rest.
ff
A Tempo
ff
ff
ff
arco
ff
68
Picc.
325
ff
Ob.
ff
Cl.
Bsn.
Hn.
Timp.
Vln. I
ff
f
C Tpt.
f
f
f ff
Vln. II
ff
Vla.
Cb.
3 3
ff
ff
3
ff
3
ff
ff
ff
ff
Vc.
ff
f
Hn.
Tbn.
3
ff
3
ff
69
331
Picc.
Ob.
Cl.
Bsn.
Hn.
Hn.
C Tpt.
Tbn.
Timp.
Vln. I
3
5
3
3
5
5
Vc.
Vla.
5
Vln. II
Cb.
3
3
3
5
5
70
334
Picc.
Ob.
Cl.
Bsn.
Hn.
Hn.
C Tpt.
Tbn.
Timp.
Vln. I
ff
Vln. II
Vla.
Vc.
Cb.
71
337
Picc.
Ob.
Cl.
mp
mp Bsn.
Hn.
mf
C Tpt.
To Timpani
In the books you have read
How the British Regulars fired and fled --- How the farmers gave them ball for ball
Vln. II
Vla.
Vc.
Cb.
p
Vln. I
Hn.
Timp.
p
Tbn.
72
Picc.
341
mf
Ob.
Cl.
Bsn.
Hn.
S. D.
mf
From behind each fence and farm-yard wall,
Chasing the red-coats down the lane,
Then crossing the fields to emerge again
Vln. II
Vla.
Vln. I
Vc.
Cb.
C Tpt.
Timp.
Hn.
Tbn.
73
Picc.
345
cresc. poco a poco
Ob.
cresc. poco a poco
Cl.
Bsn.
Hn.
cresc. poco a poco
cresc. poco a poco
cresc. poco a poco
cresc. poco a poco
Hn.
Timp.
S. D.
Vln. I
C Tpt.
Tbn.
cresc. poco a poco
Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load.
Vln. II
Vla.
Vc.
Cb.
74
350
Picc.
ff
Ob.
Cl.
ff
ff
Bsn.
Hn.
ff
ff
Hn.
ff
C Tpt.
Tbn.
Timp.
ff
ff
f
Vln. I
fff
Vln. II
fff
Vla.
fff
Vc.
ff
Cb.
ff
75
352
Picc.
Ob.
Hn.
Vln. I
C Tpt.
Timp.
Hn.
Tbn.
Cl.
Bsn.
Vln. II
Vla.
Vc.
Cb.
76
354
Picc.
Ob.
Hn.
Vln. I
Vln. II
Vla.
Vc.
Cb.
C Tpt.
Timp.
Hn.
Tbn.
Cl.
Bsn.
77
356
Picc.
Ob.
Hn.
Vln. I
Vln. II
C Tpt.
Timp.
Hn.
Tbn.
Cl.
Bsn.
Vla.
Vc.
Cb.
78
358
Picc.
Crescendo while repeating
mp secco
Ob.
mp secco
S. D.
mp secco
Tbn.
mp secco
C Tpt.
mp secco
Hn.
mp secco
Hn.
mp secco
Bsn.
mp secco
Cl.
mp secco
Snare drum begins to improvise drum-corps patterns after 4th repeat
So through the night rode Paul Revere; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm,-- A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo foevermore! For, borne on the night-wind of the Past, Through all history, to the last, In the hour of darkness and peril and need, The people will waken and listen to hear The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed, And the midnight message of Paul Revere.
Crescendo while repeating
Vln. I
Vln. II
Vla.
mp secco
pizz.
pizz.
Cb.
mp secco
pizz.
Vc.
mp secco
mp secco
pizz.
mp secco
pizz.
79
360
Picc.
sfz
Ob.
Cl.
Bsn.
Hn.
sfz
sfz
sfz
sfz
Hn.
sfz
C Tpt.
sfz
Tbn.
Cym.
Tamb.
sfz
mf
arco
Vln. I
ff
ff
arco
ff
arco
Vc.
sfz
Cb.
Vla.
arco Vln. II
arco
sfz
80
363
Picc.
let ring
Ob.
Cl.
Bsn.
Hn.
C Tpt.
Cym.
Hn.
Tbn.
ff
Tamb.
Vln. I
Vln. II
Vla.
Vc.
Cb.
81
Ob.
Cl.
Hn.
C Tpt.
366
Picc.
Bsn.
Hn.
Tbn.
Timp.
Children
S. D.
Vln. I
Vln. II
Vla.
Vc.
Cb.
82
369
Picc.
Ob.
Cl.
Bsn.
Hn.
3
3
3
3
Timp.
Glock.
Vln. I
mf
mf 3
3
mf
3
ff
mf
mf
ff
Tbn.
ff
C Tpt.
mf
Hn.
ff
3
3
3
3
3
mp
mf
f
mf
Vln. II
mf
Vla.
Vc.
Cb.
mf
mf mf
83
374
Picc.
Ob.
Cl.
ff
ff
ff
Bsn.
Hn.
C Tpt.
Glock.
Vln. I
Hn.
Tbn.
ff
Vln. II
ff
ff
Vla.
Vc.
ff
ff
Cb.
ff
84
378
Picc.
Ob.
Cl.
Bsn.
Hn.
ff
ff
C Tpt.
Timp.
Children
3
3
3
3
ff
ff
Tbn.
Hn.
ff
Audience children back in
Glock.
Vln. I
Vln. II
Vla.
Vc.
Cb.
Picc.
381
85
Ob.
Cl.
Bsn.
Hn.
C Tpt.
Timp.
Children
S. D.
Vln. I
3
ff
Vln. II
Vla.
Vc.
Cb.
Hn.
Tbn.
86
Picc.
Ob.
Cl.
Bsn.
Hn.
Hn.
C Tpt.
Tbn.
Timp.
Cym.
Children
S. D.
Vln. I
Vln. II
ff
f
Vc.
Vla.
Cb.
385
Julian Wachner (b. 1969) For biographical information about the composer, please visit his Web site. <http://www.julianwachnercom>
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