Poetry

Y Gŵr

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Y Gŵr wrth Ffynnon Jacob
Y Gŵr wrth Ffynnon Jacob
Eisteddodd gynt i lawr,
Tramwyodd drwy Samaria,
Tramwyed yma'n awr;
'R oedd syched arno yno
Am gael eu hachub hwy,
Mae syched arno eto
Am achub llawer mwy.
                                                            
Mwy, mwy am achub llawer mwy,
Mae syched arno eto
Am achub llawer mwy.
                                                            
Y Gwr fu ar Galfaria
A welir ddydd a ddaw,
Yn eistedd ar ei orsedd,
A'r glorian yn ei law;
A phawb a gesglir ato
I'w pwyso ger ei fron,
O! f'enaid, cais dduwioldeb
A dry y glorian hon.
                                                            
Hon, hon a dry y glorian hon.
O! f'enaid, cais dduwioldeb
A dry y glorian hon.
The man at Jacob's Well
He sat down quickly [there],
[Then] went through Samaria
[And, lo,] (comes) here now;
He there [he] was thirsty
For them to be saved,
(More) thirsty again
For (many) more [to] save.
                                                                              
More, more, much more to save,
(More) thirsty again
For (many) more [to] save.
                                                                              
The man who on Calvary
[Had] seen [the] day [that] comes,
[When] seated on his throne,
[With] the scales in his hand;
And all [the people] collected
To be weighed before him,
Oh! my soul, apply (his blood)
And this will turn the scales.
                                                                            
This, this (only) will turn the scales.
Oh! my soul, apply (his blood)
And this will turn the scales.

Words: Thomas William (1761-1844), TP and possibly ANO (if you know who they are, please let me know). Translation: Nantlais Williams and circa Google.
Music (Bryniau Casia): Hen (‘old’) Alaw which may be a pen name a device traditionally used in the Eisteddfof competitions.
The copyright of this arrangement of the music is held by Stuart Moffatt (© 2008).
The midi file was produced using Noteworthy Composer.
The mp3 was produced using Myriad software.
On CPDL and NWC Scriptorium


See also Wicidestun and gobaith.cymru for alternative words to the second verse and Bethany Ammanford 1954 for congregational singing. See also here

This translation from a slightly different set of Welsh words is interesting:
The Man at Jacob’s Well sat down before,
he passed through Samaria, he passed here now;
he was thirsty there to save them,
he is thirsty again to save many more.

More, more, to save much more,
He thirsts again to save much more.

We think light to see your glory, Oh! God,
And who calls us to drink living waters;
And leave our wells and our own water-vessels
To drink fresh waters from the well of the Son of Man.

More, more, to save much more,
He thirsts again to save much more.

Pastiche 999

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As the bold sunset fadeth in the west
Which by and by black night doth take away
So fainteth this coeur who cannot rest
Without proof of that which it cannot say.
Suffer now the splendour of thy day to dawn,
Shun no more the apparition of thy face,
Let noble thought upon thy mind at morn
Impress herself, with words of tender grace.

After William S.

Plagiarism 995

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On Ais

As the bold sunset fadeth in the west
Which by and by black night doth take away
So the turn of thy thirty years doth thee,
In all the splendour of thy lettered name,
Add to thy stature and thy form more
Than all statutes and tax forms could e’er accrue

Plagiarism 994

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On RS

As the bold sunset fadeth in the west
Which by and by black night doth take away
So the hotline’s calls, which thee enthrall
Do fall away as Phoenix in his grey
Only once more to rise under thy careful eyes
To be resolved, to deliquesce and as it were
to yump away.

Eine Biene

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Es lebte einmal eine Biene in Hagen,
die antworten konnte auf jegliche Fragen.
Die wohl Schwierigste bei einem Quiz – ganz klar -war: Was war war bevor war war war?
Sie wusste auch dies und gewann ohne List:
Bevor war war war war war bin oder ist!

From the original Dutch:
Er was een bij te ‘s Gravenhage
Die antwoord wist op alle vragen.
Toen men hem, moeielijk genoeg
Wat was was eer was was was vroeg
Werd hij de winnaar van de quiz
Met ‘Eer was was was was was is.’
Rob den Heijer

© Ute Kynast 2006

No more

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No more tears – Sylvia Armanious © 2004

No more tears for me to cry.
No more days where I have to lie.
No more sadness to darken my day.
No more rain to fog my way*.
No more pain in my life.
No more fear of death by man’s** knife
No more tears for me to cry.
No more tears,
No more tears for me.

Altered: *daydreams **getting killed with life’s

© Stuart Moffatt 2005

ChoralWiki and Noteworthy Scriptorium

Sylvia Armanious was an Egyptian Coptic Christian whose family fled persecution to New Jersey. The poem above written in 2004 reveals Sylvia’s thoughts as she reflects upon the changes that this brought about in her life. In January 2005 she and her family (Monica, 9, herself, 15, Hossam, 47, and Amal, 37) were found having been stabbed to death in their new home. Dear reader, you may read more here (Christianity Today), here (New York Post) and here (New York Times). Whilst the motive for their murder may have been misunderstood the report from the Coptic Church, speaks well of the family and of Sylvia.

The copyright of the music is held by Stuart Moffatt (© 2004).
The midi file was produced using Noteworthy Composer.
The mp3/ogg were produced using Myriad software.

Haendel

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A stirring set of words from Richard Woodroffe (Handel’s Limerick)

© Stuart Moffatt 2004

Said Handel: Please don’t call me Herr
I’m really British

Said Handel: Please don’t call me Herr
I’m really quite British so there!
And please, ven I croak,
I vould like (for a joke)
A coffin marked: ‘Handel with care’.”

Said Handel: Please don’t call me Herr
I’m really quite British so there!
so there!
I’m really quite British so there!
so there!
And please, ven I croak,
I vould like (for a joke)
A coffin marked: ‘Handel with care’.”
‘Handel with care’.

Said Handel: Please don’t call me Herr
I’m really quite British so there!
And please, ven I croak,
I vould like (for a joke)
A coffin marked: ‘Handel with care’.”

© 2004 Richard Woodroffe

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The copyright of the music is held by Stuart Moffatt (© 2004).
The midi file was produced using Noteworthy Composer.
The mp3/ogg were produced using Myriad software.

Froggy

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There once was a ‘puter geek whose name was Jack
He lived by himself in a little shack
He worked for A Consulting firm as you shall learn
And the Accenture was always on what he could earn.

Oh Jack, why don’t you marry?
Oh, Jack, why don’t you live?
Oh Jack, why don’t you marry?
There is so much more that you could give.

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