A Poor Brother's Hymnal
Sunday, July 01, 2007
  Coventry Carol

Em B7 Em D Em B7 / Em B7 Em Am B7 Em
Em D Em D Em Am6 Am B7 / Em B7 Em Am B7 E

Am E7 Am G Am E7 / Am E7 Am Dm E7 Am
Am G Am G Am Dm6 Dm E7 / Am E7 Am Dm E7 A

Lullay, Thou little tiny Child,
By, by, lully, lullay.
Lullay, Thou little tiny Child,
By, by, lully, lullay.

O sisters too, how may we do,
For to preserve this day.
This poor youngling for whom we sing
By, by, lully, lullay.

Herod the king, in his raging,
Charged he hath this day.
His men of might, in his own sight,
All young children to slay.

That woe is me, poor Child for Thee!
And ever morn and day,
For thy parting neither say nor sing,
By, by, lully, lullay.

And when the stars ingather do,
In their far venture stay,
Then smile as dreaming, Little One,
Bye-bye, lulle, lullay.

[ Em ] Lullay [ B7 ] Thou [ Em ] little [ D ] ti [ Em ] ny [ B7 ] Child,
e|------0--0----------------------0--3---------2---------0---------------
B|--------------------4--------------------------------------------4-----
G|-----------------------------------------------------------------------
D|---------------------------------------------0-------------------------
A|--------------------2--------------------------------------------2-----
E|------0-------------------------0--------------------------------------

[ Em ] By [ B7 ] by [ Em ] lul [ Am ] ly [ B7 ] lul [ Em ] lay.
e|------0---------2---------3----------5---------2----------0---
B|--------------------------------------------------------------
G|--------------------------------------------------------------
D|--------------------------------------------------------------
A|----------------2--------------------0---------2--------------
E|------0-------------------0-------------------------------0---

[ Em ] Lul [ D ] lay, [ Em ] Thou [ D ] lit [ Em ] tle [ Am6 ] ti [ Am ] ny [ B7 ] Child,
e|------7---------5-----------3----------2----------3-----------2---------0---------------
B|----------------------------------------------------------------------------------4-----
G|----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
D|---------------------------------------0------------------------------------------------
A|----------------0---------------------------------------------0-------------------2-----
E|------0---------------------0---------------------0-------------------------------------

[ Em ] By [ B7 ] by [ Em ] lul [ Am ] ly [ B7 ] lul [ E ] lay.
e|------0---------2---------3----------5---------2---------4---
B|---------------------------------------------------------5---
G|-------------------------------------------------------------
D|-------------------------------------------------------------
A|----------------2--------------------0---------2-------------
E|------0-------------------0------------------------------0---


[ Em ] Oh sis [ B7 ] ters [ Em ] too how [ D ] may [ Em ] we [ B7 ] do,
[ Em ] For [ B7 ] to [ Em ] pres [ Am ] erve [ B7 ] this [ Em ] day.
[ Em ] This [ D ] poor [ Em ] young [ D ] ling [ Em ] for [ Am6 ] whom [ Am ] we [ B7 ] sing.
[ Em ] By [ B7 ] by [ Em ] lul [ Am ] ly [ B7 ] lul [ E ] lay.

[ Em ] Herod [ B7 ] the [ Em ] king in [ D ] his [ Em ] rag [ B7 ] ing,
[ Em ] Cha [ B7 ] rged [ Em ] he [ Am ] hath [ B7 ] this [ Em ] day.
[ Em ] His [ D ] men [ Em ] of [ D ] might [ Em ] in [ Am6 ] his [ Am ] own [ B7 ] sight,
[ Em ] All [ B7 ] young [ Em ] chil [ Am ] dren [ B7 ] to [ E ] slay.

[ Em ] That woe [ B7 ] is [ Em ] me poor [ D ] Child [ Em ] for [ B7 ] Thee!
[ Em ] And [ B7 ] ev [ Em ] er [ Am ] morn [ B7 ] and [ Em ] day,
[ Em ] For [ D ] thy [ Em ] par [ D ] ting [ Em ] neither [ Am6 ] say [ Am ] nor [ B7 ] sing,
[ Em ] By [ B7 ] by [ Em ] lul [ Am ] ly [ B7 ] lul [ E ] lay.

Em
O_ _ _O_O_O
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|_2_3_|_|_|
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B7
X_ _ _ _O_
|_|_1_|_|_|
|_2_|_3_|_4
|_|_|_|_|_|

D
X_X_O_ _ _
|_|_|_|_|_|
|_|_|_1_|_2
|_|_|_|_3_|

Left palm
2
1 | 3
| | | 4
T | | | |

Start
singing:
_ _ _ _ _
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Am6
X_O_ _ _ _
|_|_|_|_1_|
|_|_2_3_|_4

Am
X_O_ _ _ _O
|_|_|_|_1_|
|_|_2_3_|_|

E
O_ _ _ _O_O
|_|_|_1_|_|
|_2_3_|_|_|

chord grid number = left hand finger
X = string not played
O = play open string
thin string chord grid right

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  The Hymn for Conquering Martyrs Raise
“A voice was heard in Ramah, lamentation, and bitter weeping; Rachel weeping for her children.” Jeremiah 31:15

Words: From Cas­san­der’s Hymni Ec­cles­i­as­ti­ci (Köln, Ger­ma­ny: 1556) (Hymn­um can­en­tes mar­tyr­um), where it is at­trib­ut­ed to the Ven­er­a­ble Bede (673-735). John M. Neale trans­lat­ed it from La­tin to Eng­lish in Med­iaev­al Hymns, 1851; Hymns An­cient and Mo­dern al­tered Neale’s trans­la­tion to “A hymn for mar­tyrs sweet­ly sing.”

Music: Wer da Wo­net, from Ve­he’s Ge­sang­büch­lein, 1537 (MI­DI, score).


The hymn for conquering martyrs raise,
The victor innocents we praise,
Whom in their woe earth cast away,
But Heav’n with joy received today;
Whose angels see the Father’s face
World without end, and hymn His grace;
And while they chant unceasing lays,
The hymn for conquering martyrs raise.

A voice from Ramah was there sent,
A voice of weeping and lament,
When Rachel mourned the children’s care
Whom for the tyrant’s sword she bare.
Triumphal is their glory now,
Whom earthly torments could not bow,
What time, both far and near that went,
A voice from Ramah there was sent.

Fear not, O little flock and blest,
The lion that your life opprest!
To heavenly pastures ever new
The heavenly Shepherd leadeth you;
Who, dwelling now on Zion’s hill,
The Lamb’s dear footsteps follow still;
By tyrant there no more distrest,
Fear not, O little flock and blest.

And every tear is wiped away
By your dear Father’s hands for ay;
Death hath no power to hurt you more,
Whose own is life’s eternal store.
Who sow their seed, and sowing weep,
In everlasting joy shall reap,
What time they shine in heavenly day,
And every tear is wiped away.

O city blest o’er all the earth,
Who gloriest in the Savior’s birth,
Who are His earliest martyrs dear,
By kindred and by triumph here;
None from henceforth may call thee small,
Of rival towns thou passest all:
In whom our Monarch had His birth,
O city blest o’er all the earth!


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Another Version:

1. A Hymn for Martyrs sweetly sing;
For Innocents your praises bring;
Of whom in tears was earth bereaved,
Whom heaven with songs of joy received;
2. Whose Angels see the Father's face
World without end, and hymn His grace;
And, while they praise their glorious King,
A hymn for Martyrs sweetly sing.
3. A voice from Ramah was there sent,
A voice of weeping and lament,
While Rachel mourned her children sore,
Whom for the tyrant's sword she bore.
4. After brief taste of earthly woe
Eternal triumph now they know;
For whom, by cruel torments rent,
A voice from Ramah was there sent.
5. And every tear is wiped away
By your dear Father's hands for aye:
Death hath no power to hurt you more;
Your own is life's eternal shore.
6. And all who, good seed bearing, weep,
In everlasting joy shall reap,
What time they shine in heavenly day,
And every tear is wiped away.


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