Peace (John Frederick Bridge)

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  • (Posted 2023-09-27)  CPDL #75806:     
Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-09-27).   Score information: Letter, 16 pages, 749 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: Faithful to the 1915 Novello publication for SATB.
  • (Posted 2022-02-22)  CPDL #68118:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2022-02-22).   Score information: A4, 16 pages, 326 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Peace
Composer: John Frederick Bridge
Lyricist: I. J. Innes Pocock
Number of voices: 4vv   Voicings: SATB or ATTB
Genre: SecularPartsongGlee

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1880 The Orpheus
    2nd published: 1915 Novello and Co.
Description: Inscribed to the Abbey Glee Club.

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Original text and translations

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The hens sate cackling on the bough,
As proud as they could be;
Sir Reynard came and stood below,
A courteous knave was he.

The tears were standing in his eyes,
And some ran down his cheek,
‘My heart, it is so full,’ he cries,
‘For joy I scarce can speak.’

‘A peace, an universal peace,
Has been proclaimed at last;
All angry passions now must cease,
All treacherous wiles are past.

‘The Hawk and the Wren walk arm in arm,
The Mouse has kissed the Cat,
The Wolf and Sheep have hired a farm,
And the Dog dines with the Rat.

‘And I, to bring the glorious news,
Have hurried from the wood;
Come down, dear friends, and don’t refuse
To hail the tidings good.’

The Cock stretched out his neck and said,
‘Hey! Cock-a-doodle-doo!
’Tis strange how soon reports are spread,
I hope the news is true.

‘What means that scarlet on the lea?
What mean those merry sounds?
O! ’tis a jovial sight to see,
The huntsmen and the hounds!’

‘What’s that you say? I must away,’
Replied that artful fox;
‘Oh! do not go; ’tis peace you know.’
Sung out the Hens and Cocks.

‘Nay!’ Reynard cried, and licked his chaps,
‘My flight abrupt excuse,
I’ll call another day; perhaps
They have not heard the news.’