âVoices of Joy,â Spring 2011 - Conspirare
âVoices of Joy,â Spring 2011 - Conspirare
âVoices of Joy,â Spring 2011 - Conspirare
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Praise Him and magnify Him forever.<br />
O ye children <strong>of</strong> men, Bless ye the Lord<br />
O let Israel bless ye the Lord, O ye priests <strong>of</strong> the Lord,<br />
Bless ye the Lord<br />
O ye servants <strong>of</strong> the Lord, Bless ye the Lord<br />
O ye spirits and souls <strong>of</strong> the righteous, Bless ye the Lord<br />
O ye holy and humble men <strong>of</strong> heart, Bless ye the Lord<br />
She Shall Have Music..............................................................................Nick Page<br />
She shall have music wherever she goes<br />
With plenty <strong>of</strong> rhythm to tickle her toes<br />
Wherever she goes, she shall have music<br />
She shall have songbirds to sing her to sleep<br />
With plenty <strong>of</strong> dream birds to count up her sheep<br />
Awake or asleep, she shall have music<br />
And while she’s dreaming<br />
I’ll write a dream song<br />
And I’ll be hoping that<br />
It will be our theme song<br />
She shall have church bells to ring out in rhyme<br />
So we can go marching in honeymoon time<br />
She shall have music wherever she goes<br />
Wraggle Taggle Gypsies..................................................................Mary McAuliffe<br />
Three gypsies stood at the castle gate,<br />
they sang so high, they sang so low,<br />
the Lady sat in her chamber late,<br />
her heart it melted away as snow.<br />
They sang so sweet, they sang so shrill<br />
that fast her tears began to flow,<br />
and she laid down her silken gown,<br />
her golden rings, and all her show.<br />
She plucked <strong>of</strong>f her high-heeled shoes<br />
amade <strong>of</strong> Spanish leather, o.<br />
She would in the street, with her bare, bare feet<br />
all out in the wind and the weather, o.<br />
Run along, Wraggle Taggle gypsies, oh!<br />
Saddle to me my milk-white steed<br />
and go and fetch me my pony o,<br />
that I may ride and seek my bride<br />
who is <strong>of</strong>f with the Wraggle Taggle gypsies, o.<br />
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