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"Angels We Have Heard on High" is generally sung to the hymn tune "Gloria", a traditional French carol as arranged by Edward Shippen Barnes.Its most memorable feature is its chorus, "Gloria in excelsis Deo", where the "o" of "Gloria" is fluidly sustained through 16 notes of a rising and falling melismatic melodic sequence.
This is a list of songs by their Roud Folk Song Index number; the full catalogue can also be found on the Vaughan Williams Memorial Library website. Some publishers have added Roud numbers to books and liner notes, as has also been done with Child Ballad numbers and Laws numbers.
'Tis o'er the Hills, and far away, 'Tis o'er the Hills, and far away, The Wind has blown my Plad away. Jockey was a bonny Lad, As e'er was born in Scotland fair; But now poor Jockey is run mad, For Jenny causes his Despair; Jockey was a Piper's Son, And fell in Love while he was young: But all the Tunes that he could play, Was, o'er the Hills ...
Let us sing again the praise of the Saviour: Lyman G. Cuyler* 236: Come, and let us Worship: Come, oh come and let us worship: Lyman G. Cuyler* 238: A Song of Praise: God of love and God of might: R.F. Gordon: 247: Oh serve the Lord with gladness: F.J. Crosby: 250: How Can I Keep from Singing? My life flows on in endless song: R. Lowry: 257
To hear the angels sing. Still through the cloven skies they come With peaceful wings unfurled, And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weary world; Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on hovering wing, And ever o'er its Babel-sounds The blessed angels sing. But with the woes of sin and strife The world has suffered long;
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In Your Smiles and Your Tears. When the first light of sun, Bless you. When the long day is done, Bless you. In your smiles and your tears, Bless you.
Look how the plains for thee and me Have decked themselves most fair to see, All bright and sweet with flowers. The trees stand thick and dark with leaves, And earth o'er all here dust now weaves A robe of living green; Nor silks of Solomon compare With glories that the tulips wear, Or lilies' spotless sheen. The lark soars singing into space,