V4C01 Male C 95bpm by Voice4Choice [Email]
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The song chosen for the first round of the Voice4Choice Challenge is an old Irish standard and one of my favorites, "The Minstrel Boy." The lyrics were written by Thomas Moore (1779-1852) and set to an older melody known as "The Moreen." This tune has long been in the public domain and many, many renditions of it have been recorded.Now its your turn! Two versions of the vocals have been provided, male and female. The excellent female version, sung by Rebsie, can be found on the Voice4Choice profile page. In the version below MacJammer Richard Schletty belts out a lively and proud performance. Rich's voice is clear and confident, perfect to capture the spirit of the male Irish singer. Rich was also my ideal go-to guy for this song because he's performed it before. His original rendition, recorded back in 2005, remains one of my all-time favorite MacJams songs. Richard's track is in C Major at 95bpm. The lyrics are arranged in two verses, each with four melodic lines based on just two melodies: aaba aaba. If you right-click on the song artwork and choose "open image in new window" you will see the musical notation for each of these melodic figures. Larger notation: http://www.rightmindinc.com/v4c01_male.jpg Your fellow MacJammers have provided the vocals, now its up to you to create the music. Download one of these outstanding performances and create your own version of this venerated Irish standard! Lyrics:
The minstrel boy to the war is gone,In the ranks of death you'll find him; His father's sword he hath girded on, And his wild harp slung behind him; "Land of Song!" cried the warrior bard, "Tho' all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy right shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee!" The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain Could not bring that proud soul under; The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again, For he tore its chords asunder; And said "No chains shall sully thee, Thou soul of love and brav'ry! Thy songs were made for the pure and free They shall never sound in slavery! |
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