Oh thou where'er (thie bones att reste) (John Wall Callcott)

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  • (Posted 2023-09-12)  CPDL #75354:  Network.png
Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2023-09-12).   Score information: A4, 8 pages, 275 kB   Copyright: CC BY SA
Edition notes: Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score. Please click on the link for preview/playback/PDF download. Prepared from the primary source.
  • (Posted 2008-05-29)  CPDL #17015:        (Sibelius 5)
Editor: Jonathan Goodliffe (submitted 2008-05-29).   Score information: A4, 7 pages, 72 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Original spelling of Chatterton's poem has been restored.

General Information

Title: Oh thou where'er (thie bones att reste)
Composer: John Wall Callcott
Lyricist: Thomas Chatterton

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularGlee

Language: Middle English
Instruments: A cappella (originally). Piano accompaniment} added by William Horsley.

First published: 1789 Warren's twenty-eighth collection
    2nd published: 1824 Horsley (memorial edition)
Description: This glee gained a Catch Club Prize Medal in 1789. Possibly to be regarded as part 2 of Callcott's glee Songe to Aelle.

External websites:

  • The full annotated text of Chatterton's poem may be found at the online version of "The History of English Poetry: From the Eleventh to the Seventeenth Century" By Thomas Warton. page 346

Original text and translations

Middle_English.png Middle English text

Songe to Aelle

by Thomas Chatterton (1752-1770)

Lines 19 to 24 and 31 to 36

Oh thou, where'er (thie bones att reste)
Thie sprite to haunt delyghteth beste,
Whytherr uppon the bloude embrewedd pleyne,
Orr whare thou kennst fromme farre,
The dysmalle crie of warre,
Orr seeste somme mountayne made of corse of sleyne;

Or fierie rounde the mynsster glare;
Lette Brystowe stylle bee made thie care;
Guarde ytte fromme foemenne and consumynge fyre,
lyche Avone streme ensyrke ytt rounde;
Ne lett a flame enharme the grounde,
'Tyll in one flame, all the whole worlde expyres.