Dulce et Decorum Est (James Crawford)

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  • NewScore.gif  (Posted 2020-01-02)   CPDL #56502:       
Editor: James Crawford (submitted 2020-01-02).   Score information: A4, 11 pages, 158 kB   Copyright: CC BY NC ND
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General Information

Title: Dulce et Decorum Est
Composer: James Crawford
Lyricist: Wilfred Owen

Number of voices: 1v   Voicings: S or T
Genre: SecularArt song

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

First published: 2020

Description: "Dulce et Decorum Est" is the sixth of a collection of seven songs based on the poems of Wilfred Owen. It may serve as part of a Remembrance Day event, or a recital or competition. This song may best suit a tenor voice.

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Original text and translations

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Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstipped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
 
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! — An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime…
Dim, through the misty panes and thin green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
 
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
 
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, -
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.