Deck the hall (Traditional)
- (Posted 2017-11-22) CPDL #47663:
- Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2017-11-22). Score information: A4, 1 page, 46 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Simple SATB arrangement.
- (Posted 2008-11-09) CPDL #18230:
- Editor: M. Ryan Taylor (submitted 2008-11-09). Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Arrangement for SATB choir with optional kazoos. Files recovered using the WayBackMachine of http://archive.org
- (Posted 2004-05-20) CPDL #07040: PDF and MIDI files available.
- Editor: Edward L. Stauff (submitted 2004-05-20). Score information: Letter, 1 page, 51 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
- (Posted 2003-01-03) CPDL #04451: PDF file available.
- Editor: Stefan Karpiniec (submitted 2003-01-03). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 72 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: arranged by Stefan Karpiniec.
- (Posted 2002-06-11) CPDL #03660: PDF, MIDI and NoteWorthy Composer files available.
- Editor: Marco Gallo (submitted 2002-06-11). Score information: A4, 1 page, 19 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: listed alphabetically by composer
- (Posted 2000-11-27) CPDL #01683: GIF and MIDI files available.
- (Posted 1999-11-11) CPDL #00502: (Finale 1998)
- Editor: Rafael Ornes (submitted 1999-11-11). Score information: Letter, 1 page, 19 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
Title: Deck the Hall
Composer: Anonymous (Traditional)
Description: The traditional Welsh tune is also known as NOS GALAN
Original text and translations
Deck the hall
CPDL #'s 00502, 01683, 03660, 04451, 7040, & 18230 all set the following verses:
Soon the hoar old year
This version (c. 1873) by J. Oxenford purports to be a translation of the Welsh lyrics:
Soon the hoar old year must leave us, (fa la la…)
But the parting must not grieve us (fa la la…)
When the new year comes tomorrow (fa la la…)
Let him find no trace of sorrow (fa la la…)
He our pleasures may redouble, (fa la la…)
He may bring us store of trouble, (fa la la…)
Hope the best and gaily meet him, (fa la la…)
With a jovial chorus greet him, (fa la la…)
At his birth, he brings us gladness, (fa la la…)
Ponder not on future sadness, (fa la la…)
Anxious care is now but folly, (fa la la…)
Fill the mead-cup, hand the holly, (fa la la…)