O hush thee, my babie (Arthur Sullivan)

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  • (Posted 2023-12-12)  CPDL #78143:     
Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-12-12).   Score information: Letter, 12 pages, 470 kB   Copyright: Personal
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  • (Posted 2019-07-23)  CPDL #54872:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-07-23).   Score information: A4, 7 pages, 117 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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  • (Posted 2001-07-25)  CPDL #02874:       
Editor: Stuart McIntosh (submitted 2001-07-25).   Score information: A4, 9 pages, 257 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: A4 page format. Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score.

General Information

Title: O hush thee, my babie
Composer: Arthur Sullivan
Lyricist: Walter Scott

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1872 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 5, no. 151
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Original text and translations

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O hush thee, my baby, thy sire was a knight,
Thy mother a lady both tender and bright, both tender and bright;
The woods and the glens from the tow'rs which we see,
They are all belonging, dear babie to thee,
They are all belonging, dear babie to thee.
O hush thee my babie.

O fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows;
It calls but the warders that guard thy repose, that gard thy repose.
Their bows would be blended, their blades would be red,
Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed,
ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed.
O hush thee my babie.

O hush thee my babie, the time soon will come,
When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum, by trumpet and drum.
Then hush thee my darling, take rest while you may,
For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day,
For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.
O hush thee, O hush thee, O hush thee, O hush thee my babie!