Lyr Req: From Scourging Rebellion

Subject: Lyr Req: scourging rebellion
From: GUEST,billbunter
Date: 30 Jan 07 - 07:34 AM

From scourging rebellion or A Song on the Victory obtained over the Rebels by His Royal Highness the Duke of Cumberland
•        Genre: English song (T)
•        Completed score: 1746
•        First performance: Sung by Thomas Lowe at Vauxhall Gardens, 15 May 1746
•        Notes : Composed to celebrate the Duke of Cumberland's defeat of the Jacobite forces at Culloden on 16 April, 1746


The music was by Handel but I need the lyrics for research. Okay its not a folk song but it will be as soon as I finish it.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: scourging rebellion
From: MartinRyan
Date: 30 Jan 07 - 10:43 AM

Googling "scourging rebellion" turns up several sources including THIS.

Regards

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: scourging rebellion
From: GUEST,Martin Ryan
Date: 31 Jan 07 - 10:08 AM

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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: scourging rebellion
From: Richard Bridge
Date: 31 Jan 07 - 03:16 PM

Great idea, but what a shit song!

Subject: Lyr Add: FROM SCOURGING REBELLION (Lockman, Handel
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 02 Feb 07 - 12:22 AM

FROM SCOURGING REBELLION: "A Song on the Victory Obtained over the Rebels by His Royal Highness the Duke of Cumberland"
Words, John Lockman. Music, George Frederich Handel. 1746.

1. From scourging rebellion and baffling proud France,
Crowned with laurels, behold British William advance;
His triumph to grace and distinguish the day,
The Sun brighter shines and all Nature looks gay.

CHORUS: Your glasses charge high, 'tis in brave William's praise
To his glory your voices and instruments raise.

2. Whilst in Pleasure's soft arms, millions courted repose,
Our hero flew forth, though the streams round him froze,
To shield us from rebels, all dangers defied,
And would conquer or die famed Liberty's side.

3. In his train see sweet Peace, fairest offspring of Sky,
Ev'ry bliss in her smile, ev'ry charm in her eye,
Whilst that worst foe to man, that dire fiend, Civil War,
Gnashing horrid her teeth, comes fast bound to his car.

4. How hateful's the tyrant, who lured by false fame,
To satiate his pride sets the world in a flame!
How glorious the King, whose beneficent mind
Makes true grandeur consist in protecting mankind!

5. Ye warriors, on whom we due honours bestow,
Oh think on the source whence our late evils flow!
Commanded by William strike next at the Gaul
And fix those in chains, who would Britons enthral!