The Singers


Selected Programmes

All Saints Church, Quayside

St Thomas Singers

conducted by Donald Halliday


Jan Bennett harp

Saturday 16 March 2002


Adrian Batten (1591-1637)
O sing joyfully

O sing joyfully unto God our strength
Make a cheerful noise unto the God of Jacob
Take the song, bring hither the tabret,
The merry harp with the lute.
Blow up the trumpet in the new moon,
Ev'n in the time appointed, and upon our solemn feast day.
For this was made a statute for Israel
And a law of the God of Jacob.

Harp solo
Henriette Renie (1875 - 1956)

Palestrina (c.1525-1594)
Sicut cervus
Sung in Latin

As the hart desires the waterbrook, so longeth my soul for Thee.

Victoria (c. 1548 - 1611)
Senex puerum portabat
Sung in Latin

The old man lifted up the boy, but the boy ruled the old man,
Whom the Virgin bore and thereafter remained a virgin, he adored.

Mendelssohn (1809 - 1847)
Sung in Latin

Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy.

Mendelssohn (1809 - 1847)
Richte mich, Gott
Sung in German

Judge me, O God, and plead my cause against unholy people.
O Lord, save me from false and wicked people.
For Thou art my God, in whom I take my strength.
Why do you reject me? Lord, why let me go sadly in the way of mine enemies?
Send out thy light and truth, let them lead me to your holy mountain and dwelling place.
Then I will go to the altar of God who is my joy and grace.
I will praise Thee with harp and lyre, O my God.
Why are you cast down, O my soul, why are you restless within me. Take hope in God.
I shall praise my Lord and God again. Again I shall give him thanks now and for evermore.

Music for harp, and voice and harp
Charles Gounod
Ave Maria
Nino Rota (arr. Janet Bennett)
The Love Theme from Romeo and Juliet
Edmund Rubbra
Hymn to the Virgin

Pierre Villette (b. 1926)
Three motets
sung in Latin

O quam amabilis est [Op. 71, 1992]

O how worthy of love you are, good Jesus,
How delightful you are, sweet Jesus,
O joy of the heart, comfort of the mind, dear Jesus,
How wonderful you are, good Jesus.
You are to be honoured and revered, and always to be praised, kind Jesus.

Jesu, dulcis memoria [Op. 78, 1994]

Jesus, sweet memory, source of true joy to the heart.
His sweetness surpasses honey and all things.
Nothing sweeter is sung, nothing more pleasant is heard, nothing sweeter is thought than you, Jesus, Son of God.
Jesus, may you be our joy and reward, may our glory be in you for evermore. Amen.

Panis angelicus [Op. 80, 1995]

Angelic bread becomes bread of men, heavenly bread gives purpose to all things.
O wonderful thing, the poor and humble servant eats his Lord.
Threefold and one Deity, we ask you to visit us as we worship Thee.
Lead us along your path to our goal, to the light in which you live. Amen.

Three North Country Songs arr. Philip Wilby (1983)
The Farmer's Boy
Byker Hill

Music for harp
The Londonderry Air - traditional
The Spinning Wheel - traditional

Alan Ridout (b. 1934)
Jonnie Groat        

Words by Charles Causley

Jonnie Groat says my eyes are blue,
He says my hair is curled,
He says I am the prettiest maid
He saw in all the world.

Dearest, you hair is straight as string,
One eye is black, one brown,
And you are the homliest looking girl
Was ever in Launceton town.

Jonnie Groat says I'm smart and slim,
My hands are soft as snow,
And nobody walks as well as I
When to the fields I go.

Sweetheart, your shift is all in rags,
Your hands are red as kale,
And it's well known at sixteen stone
You turn the miller's scale.

Jonnie Groat says my voice is sweet
As water is or wine,
And when my grannie goes up to heaven
Her pig and cot are mine.

Dear, when you walk about the wood
The birds fall down on the floor,
And your grannie of fifty years is good
For half a century more.

Then shall I not marry good Jonnie Groat
Who thinks so well of me?
And shall he not give me a fine gold ring
When he goes back to sea.

Daughter, but take the fine gold ring
And the love that's in his eye,
For the love that comes from an honest poor man
Is more than money can buy.

James Macmillan (b. 1959)
The Gallant Weaver [1997]    

Words by Robert Burns

Where Cart rins rowin to the sea
By monie a flower and spreading tree,
There lives a lad, the lad for me -
He is a gallant weaver!
O, I had wooers aught or nine,
They gied me rings and ribbons fine,
And I was fear'd my heart wad tine,
And I gied it to the weaver.

My daddie sign'd my tocher-band
To gie the lad that has the land;
But to my heart I'll add my hand,
And give it to the weaver.
While birds rejoice in leafy bowers,
While bees delight in opening flowers
While corn grows green in summer showers,
I love my gallant weaver.

Music for harp and voice
The Eriskay Love Lilt - traditional
But It's Mine - Eric Boswell

Folk Songs
I love my love arr. Holst
The Sailor and Young Nancy arr. Moeran