Dona nobis pacem Vijf eeuwen muziek, oorlog en vrede. Lezing Stadsgezichten Den Haag 21 april 2007 Paul Knevel. Ballet de la Paix, Den Haag 1668. Ballet de la Paix, Den Haag 1668. Slaet op den Trommele van dirredomdeinne, Slaet op den Trommele van dirredomdoes:
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Lezing Stadsgezichten Den Haag
21 april 2007
Slaet op den Trommele van dirredomdoes:
Slaet op den Trommele van dirredomdeine,
Vive le Geus, is nu de Loes.
De Spaensche pocken licht als sneuw vlocken,
De Spaensce pocken loos ende boos:
De Spaensche pocken onder s’Paus rocken,
De Spaensche pocken groeyen altoos.
Will ye go to Flanders, my Mally O?Will ye go to Flanders, my Mally O?There we'll get wine and brandy,And sack and sugar-candy;Will ye go to flanders, my Mally O?
Will ye go to Flanders, my Mally O?And see the chief commanders, my Mally O?You'll see the bullets fly,And the soldiers how they die,And the ladies loudly cry, my Mally O.
III For the Fallen
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them
‘Had there been Nevinsons in the world at the time of the Napoleonic wars we should posess fewer pictures of a romantic Emperor on a white charger, or of Grenadiers sleeping picturesquely in the snow; but we should have known a good deal more of what war is like’
I’m homesick for my hills again—My hills again!To see above the Severn plainUnscabbarded against the skyThe blue high blade of Cotswold lie;The giant clouds go royallyBy jagged Malvern with a trainOf shadows. Where the land is lowLike a huge imprisoning OI hear a heart that’s sound and highI hear the heart within me cry:“I’m homesick for my hills again—My hills again!Cotswold or Malvern, sun or rain!My hills again!”
Dona Nobis Pacem