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Final verse, same as the...previous song?
Following this from Thomas Ken, we have an evening song that ends with the same verse. This music is arranged by Thomas Tallis, and is (unsurprisingly) known as Tallis' Canon--a canon is a song that can be sung in a round.
Isn't that also a Madeleine L'Engle character?
He was named after this, several centuries later.
Is this version easier to sing in a round than the alternatives?
Apparently so! The labor union choir (yes, of course I was in a labor union choir a couple years ago, shouldn't come as a surprise) had this version:
Praise boss when morning work bells chime
Praise boss for bits of overtime
Praise boss, whose wars we love to fight
Praise boss, fat leech and parasite.
Classic. Meanwhile, I'm more familiar with another version, which is probably going to be one of the last hymns we get to if we ever get there, but apparently that did not work so well as a round. Granted it also wasn't good at having...a standard meter or measure system which is kind of a good starting point.
Should we dread the grave as little as our beds?
Um...I don't know about that. I guess it means "live righteously, so that you won't worry about going to hell," but I think this could lead to some unintended consequences if taken too far. Granted this was written in the 1600s so maybe people were more worried about dying of ..well the plague predates the 1600s. Colic maybe, per Wikipedia.
Following this from Thomas Ken, we have an evening song that ends with the same verse. This music is arranged by Thomas Tallis, and is (unsurprisingly) known as Tallis' Canon--a canon is a song that can be sung in a round.
Isn't that also a Madeleine L'Engle character?
He was named after this, several centuries later.
Is this version easier to sing in a round than the alternatives?
Apparently so! The labor union choir (yes, of course I was in a labor union choir a couple years ago, shouldn't come as a surprise) had this version:
Praise boss when morning work bells chime
Praise boss for bits of overtime
Praise boss, whose wars we love to fight
Praise boss, fat leech and parasite.
Classic. Meanwhile, I'm more familiar with another version, which is probably going to be one of the last hymns we get to if we ever get there, but apparently that did not work so well as a round. Granted it also wasn't good at having...a standard meter or measure system which is kind of a good starting point.
Should we dread the grave as little as our beds?
Um...I don't know about that. I guess it means "live righteously, so that you won't worry about going to hell," but I think this could lead to some unintended consequences if taken too far. Granted this was written in the 1600s so maybe people were more worried about dying of ..well the plague predates the 1600s. Colic maybe, per Wikipedia.