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Joseph Corfe (arr.)
(1740 - 1820)
Lady Anne Bothwell's lament (Baloo, my babe)
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Corfe, organist of Salisbury Cathedral, 1792 - 1804, issued two sets of "Twelve glees.... composed from ancient Scotch melodies" in the early 1790s, to satisfy two contemporary enthusiasms: that for mixed sex social music, and that for all things North-British. The current arrangement comes from the first set.
These glees were selected and arranged from anthologies of Scottish song published within the previous seventy years. Verses that are not underlaid were not set by Corfe, and have been imported from external sources.
These glees were selected and arranged from anthologies of Scottish song published within the previous seventy years. Verses that are not underlaid were not set by Corfe, and have been imported from external sources.
Lyrics: Anon
Baloo, my babe, lie still and sleep,
It grieves me sore to see thee weep;
If thou'll be silent I'll be glad,
Thy mourning makes my heart full sad.
Baloo my babe, thy mother's joy,
Thy father breeds thee great annoy.
Baloo, my babe, lie still awhile,
And when thou wakest, sweetly smile,
But do not smile as father did
To cozen maidens, God forbid.
But now I fear that thou wilt leer,
Thy father's flatt'ring heart to bear.
Baloo, my babe, thy mother's joy,
Thy father breeds thee great annoy.
When he began to court my love
With sugared words he did me move.
His feigning face and flattering tears
That unto me in time appears.
But now I see that cruelty
Cares neither for my babe nor me.
Baloo, my babe, thy mother's joy,
Thy father breeds thee great annoy.
Now by my griefs, I vow and swear
Thee and all others to forbear.
I'll neither kiss nor cull nor clap,
But lull my youngling in my lap.
Be still my heart, leave off to moan
And sleep securely all alone.
Baloo, my babe, thy mother's joy,
Thy father breeds thee great annoy.
Baloo, my babe, lie still and sleep,
It grieves me sore to see thee weep;
If thou'll be silent I'll be glad,
Thy mourning makes my heart full sad.
Baloo my babe, thy mother's joy,
Thy father breeds thee great annoy.
Baloo, my babe, lie still awhile,
And when thou wakest, sweetly smile,
But do not smile as father did
To cozen maidens, God forbid.
But now I fear that thou wilt leer,
Thy father's flatt'ring heart to bear.
Baloo, my babe, thy mother's joy,
Thy father breeds thee great annoy.
When he began to court my love
With sugared words he did me move.
His feigning face and flattering tears
That unto me in time appears.
But now I see that cruelty
Cares neither for my babe nor me.
Baloo, my babe, thy mother's joy,
Thy father breeds thee great annoy.
Now by my griefs, I vow and swear
Thee and all others to forbear.
I'll neither kiss nor cull nor clap,
But lull my youngling in my lap.
Be still my heart, leave off to moan
And sleep securely all alone.
Baloo, my babe, thy mother's joy,
Thy father breeds thee great annoy.