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Für Stimme mit Klavier oder Gitarre (Louis Armstrong)
Instrumentierung |
Klavier, Stimme, Klassische Gitarre |
Instrumentierung |
Klavier |
Genre |
Klassische Musik |
For clarinet quartet
Titel nach Uploader: The Whiffenpoofs song arranged for clarinet quartet
Instrumentierung |
Klarinette, Bassklarinette |
Partitur für |
Quartett |
Art der Partitur |
Partitur, Stimmen |
Arrangeur |
David W Solomons |
Verleger |
David W Solomons |
Schwierigkeitsgrad |
Leicht |
Jahr der Komposition |
2020 |
Genre |
Weltmusik / Ethno/Amerikanische |
The text of the Whiffenpoofs Song, the theme song of the Yale University Whiffenpoof Choir, is from 1909-10. It was a parody on one of Rudyard Kipling's "Barrack-Room Ballads" entitled "Gentlemen-Rankers."*
That text was set to music by Tod B. Galloway in 1909. The actual text of the Whiffenpoof Song was written by Meade Minnigerode and George S. Pomery c. 1910 and set to Galloway's melody.
To the tables down at Mory's
To the place where Louie dwells
To the dear old Temple bar we love so well
Sing the Whiffenpoofs assembled with their glasses raised on high
And the magic of their singing casts its spell
Yes, the magic of their singing of the songs we love so well
"Shall I Wasting" and "Mavourneen" and the rest
We will serenade our Louie while life and voice shall last
Then we'll pass and be forgotten with the rest.
We're poor little lambs who have lost our way
Baa, baa, baa
We're little black sheep who have gone astray
Baa, baa, baa
Gentleman songsters off on a spree
Doomed from here to eternity
Lord have mercy on such as we
Baa, baa, baa.
*(Kipling's orignal poem begins:
To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned,
To my brethren in their sorrow overseas,
Sings a gentleman of England cleanly bred, machinely crammed,
And a trooper of the Empress, if you please.
Yea, a trooper of the forces who has run his own six horses,
And faith he went the pace and went it blind,
And the world was more than kin while he held the ready tin,
But to-day the Sergeant’s something less than kind.
We’re poor little lambs who’ve lost our way,
Baa! Baa! Baa!
We’re little black sheep who’ve gone astray,
Baa—aa—aa!
Gentlemen-rankers out on the spree,
Damned from here to Eternity,
God ha’ mercy on such as we,
Baa! Yah! Bah!)
The sound sample is an electronic preview.
The pdf file contains score and parts.
For flute quartet (3 C flutes and 1 alto flute)
Titel nach Uploader: The Whiffenpoofs song arranged for flute quartet (3 C flutes and 1 alto flute)
Instrumentierung |
Flöte, Altflöte |
Partitur für |
Quartett |
Art der Partitur |
Partitur, Stimmen |
Arrangeur |
David W Solomons |
Verleger |
David W Solomons |
Schwierigkeitsgrad |
Leicht |
Jahr der Komposition |
2020 |
Genre |
Weltmusik / Ethno/Amerikanische |
The text of the Whiffenpoofs Song, the theme song of the Yale University Whiffenpoof Choir, is from 1909-10. It was a parody on one of Rudyard Kipling's "Barrack-Room Ballads" entitled "Gentlemen-Rankers."*
That text was set to music by Tod B. Galloway in 1909. The actual text of the Whiffenpoof Song was written by Meade Minnigerode and George S. Pomery c. 1910 and set to Galloway's melody.
To the tables down at Mory's
To the place where Louie dwells
To the dear old Temple bar we love so well
Sing the Whiffenpoofs assembled with their glasses raised on high
And the magic of their singing casts its spell
Yes, the magic of their singing of the songs we love so well
"Shall I Wasting" and "Mavourneen" and the rest
We will serenade our Louie while life and voice shall last
Then we'll pass and be forgotten with the rest.
We're poor little lambs who have lost our way
Baa, baa, baa
We're little black sheep who have gone astray
Baa, baa, baa
Gentleman songsters off on a spree
Doomed from here to eternity
Lord have mercy on such as we
Baa, baa, baa.
*(Kipling's orignal poem begins:
To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned,
To my brethren in their sorrow overseas,
Sings a gentleman of England cleanly bred, machinely crammed,
And a trooper of the Empress, if you please.
Yea, a trooper of the forces who has run his own six horses,
And faith he went the pace and went it blind,
And the world was more than kin while he held the ready tin,
But to-day the Sergeant’s something less than kind.
We’re poor little lambs who’ve lost our way,
Baa! Baa! Baa!
We’re little black sheep who’ve gone astray,
Baa—aa—aa!
Gentlemen-rankers out on the spree,
Damned from here to Eternity,
God ha’ mercy on such as we,
Baa! Yah! Bah!)
The sound sample is an electronic preview.
The pdf file contains score and parts.
For recorder quartet
Titel nach Uploader: The Whiffenpoofs song arranged for recorder quartet
Instrumentierung |
Tenorblockflöte, Sopranblockflöte, Altblockflöte, Bassblockflöte |
Partitur für |
Quartett |
Art der Partitur |
Partitur, Stimmen |
Arrangeur |
David W Solomons |
Verleger |
David W Solomons |
Schwierigkeitsgrad |
Leicht |
Jahr der Komposition |
2020 |
Genre |
Weltmusik / Ethno/Amerikanische |
The text of the Whiffenpoofs Song, the theme song of the Yale University Whiffenpoof Choir, is from 1909-10. It was a parody on one of Rudyard Kipling's "Barrack-Room Ballads" entitled "Gentlemen-Rankers."*
That text was set to music by Tod B. Galloway in 1909. The actual text of the Whiffenpoof Song was written by Meade Minnigerode and George S. Pomery c. 1910 and set to Galloway's melody.
To the tables down at Mory's
To the place where Louie dwells
To the dear old Temple bar we love so well
Sing the Whiffenpoofs assembled with their glasses raised on high
And the magic of their singing casts its spell
Yes, the magic of their singing of the songs we love so well
"Shall I Wasting" and "Mavourneen" and the rest
We will serenade our Louie while life and voice shall last
Then we'll pass and be forgotten with the rest.
We're poor little lambs who have lost our way
Baa, baa, baa
We're little black sheep who have gone astray
Baa, baa, baa
Gentleman songsters off on a spree
Doomed from here to eternity
Lord have mercy on such as we
Baa, baa, baa.
*(Kipling's orignal poem begins:
To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned,
To my brethren in their sorrow overseas,
Sings a gentleman of England cleanly bred, machinely crammed,
And a trooper of the Empress, if you please.
Yea, a trooper of the forces who has run his own six horses,
And faith he went the pace and went it blind,
And the world was more than kin while he held the ready tin,
But to-day the Sergeant’s something less than kind.
We’re poor little lambs who’ve lost our way,
Baa! Baa! Baa!
We’re little black sheep who’ve gone astray,
Baa—aa—aa!
Gentlemen-rankers out on the spree,
Damned from here to Eternity,
God ha’ mercy on such as we,
Baa! Yah! Bah!)
The sound sample is an electronic preview.
The pdf file contains score and parts.
For wind quartet
Titel nach Uploader: The Whiffenpoofs song arranged for wind quartet
Instrumentierung |
Flöte, Klarinette, Fagott, Oboe |
Partitur für |
Quartett |
Art der Partitur |
Partitur, Stimmen |
Arrangeur |
David W Solomons |
Verleger |
David W Solomons |
Schwierigkeitsgrad |
Leicht |
Jahr der Komposition |
2020 |
Genre |
Weltmusik / Ethno/Amerikanische |
The text of the Whiffenpoofs Song, the theme song of the Yale University Whiffenpoof Choir, is from 1909-10. It was a parody on one of Rudyard Kipling's "Barrack-Room Ballads" entitled "Gentlemen-Rankers."*
That text was set to music by Tod B. Galloway in 1909. The actual text of the Whiffenpoof Song was written by Meade Minnigerode and George S. Pomery c. 1910 and set to Galloway's melody.
To the tables down at Mory's
To the place where Louie dwells
To the dear old Temple bar we love so well
Sing the Whiffenpoofs assembled with their glasses raised on high
And the magic of their singing casts its spell
Yes, the magic of their singing of the songs we love so well
"Shall I Wasting" and "Mavourneen" and the rest
We will serenade our Louie while life and voice shall last
Then we'll pass and be forgotten with the rest.
We're poor little lambs who have lost our way
Baa, baa, baa
We're little black sheep who have gone astray
Baa, baa, baa
Gentleman songsters off on a spree
Doomed from here to eternity
Lord have mercy on such as we
Baa, baa, baa.
*(Kipling's orignal poem begins:
To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned,
To my brethren in their sorrow overseas,
Sings a gentleman of England cleanly bred, machinely crammed,
And a trooper of the Empress, if you please.
Yea, a trooper of the forces who has run his own six horses,
And faith he went the pace and went it blind,
And the world was more than kin while he held the ready tin,
But to-day the Sergeant’s something less than kind.
We’re poor little lambs who’ve lost our way,
Baa! Baa! Baa!
We’re little black sheep who’ve gone astray,
Baa—aa—aa!
Gentlemen-rankers out on the spree,
Damned from here to Eternity,
God ha’ mercy on such as we,
Baa! Yah! Bah!)
The sound sample is an electronic preview.
The pdf file contains score and parts.
For saxophone quartet
Titel nach Uploader: The Whiffenpoofs song arranged for saxophone quartet
Instrumentierung |
Altsaxophon, Tenorsaxophon, Baritonsaxophon, Sopransaxophone |
Partitur für |
Quartett |
Art der Partitur |
Partitur, Stimmen |
Arrangeur |
David W Solomons |
Verleger |
David W Solomons |
Schwierigkeitsgrad |
Leicht |
Jahr der Komposition |
2020 |
Genre |
Weltmusik / Ethno/Amerikanische |
The text of the Whiffenpoofs Song, the theme song of the Yale University Whiffenpoof Choir, is from 1909-10. It was a parody on one of Rudyard Kipling's "Barrack-Room Ballads" entitled "Gentlemen-Rankers."*
That text was set to music by Tod B. Galloway in 1909. The actual text of the Whiffenpoof Song was written by Meade Minnigerode and George S. Pomery c. 1910 and set to Galloway's melody.
To the tables down at Mory's
To the place where Louie dwells
To the dear old Temple bar we love so well
Sing the Whiffenpoofs assembled with their glasses raised on high
And the magic of their singing casts its spell
Yes, the magic of their singing of the songs we love so well
"Shall I Wasting" and "Mavourneen" and the rest
We will serenade our Louie while life and voice shall last
Then we'll pass and be forgotten with the rest.
We're poor little lambs who have lost our way
Baa, baa, baa
We're little black sheep who have gone astray
Baa, baa, baa
Gentleman songsters off on a spree
Doomed from here to eternity
Lord have mercy on such as we
Baa, baa, baa.
*(Kipling's orignal poem begins:
To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned,
To my brethren in their sorrow overseas,
Sings a gentleman of England cleanly bred, machinely crammed,
And a trooper of the Empress, if you please.
Yea, a trooper of the forces who has run his own six horses,
And faith he went the pace and went it blind,
And the world was more than kin while he held the ready tin,
But to-day the Sergeant’s something less than kind.
We’re poor little lambs who’ve lost our way,
Baa! Baa! Baa!
We’re little black sheep who’ve gone astray,
Baa—aa—aa!
Gentlemen-rankers out on the spree,
Damned from here to Eternity,
God ha’ mercy on such as we,
Baa! Yah! Bah!)
The sound sample is an electronic preview.
The pdf file contains score and parts.
Für Streichquartett
Titel nach Uploader: The Whiffenpoofs song arranged for string quartet
Instrumentierung |
Geige, Bratsche, Cello |
Partitur für |
Quartett |
Art der Partitur |
Partitur, Stimmen |
Arrangeur |
David W Solomons |
Verleger |
David W Solomons |
Schwierigkeitsgrad |
Leicht |
Jahr der Komposition |
2020 |
Genre |
Weltmusik / Ethno/Amerikanische |
The text of the Whiffenpoofs Song, the theme song of the Yale University Whiffenpoof Choir, is from 1909-10. It was a parody on one of Rudyard Kipling's "Barrack-Room Ballads" entitled "Gentlemen-Rankers."*
That text was set to music by Tod B. Galloway in 1909. The actual text of the Whiffenpoof Song was written by Meade Minnigerode and George S. Pomery c. 1910 and set to Galloway's melody.
To the tables down at Mory's
To the place where Louie dwells
To the dear old Temple bar we love so well
Sing the Whiffenpoofs assembled with their glasses raised on high
And the magic of their singing casts its spell
Yes, the magic of their singing of the songs we love so well
"Shall I Wasting" and "Mavourneen" and the rest
We will serenade our Louie while life and voice shall last
Then we'll pass and be forgotten with the rest.
We're poor little lambs who have lost our way
Baa, baa, baa
We're little black sheep who have gone astray
Baa, baa, baa
Gentleman songsters off on a spree
Doomed from here to eternity
Lord have mercy on such as we
Baa, baa, baa.
*(Kipling's orignal poem begins:
To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned,
To my brethren in their sorrow overseas,
Sings a gentleman of England cleanly bred, machinely crammed,
And a trooper of the Empress, if you please.
Yea, a trooper of the forces who has run his own six horses,
And faith he went the pace and went it blind,
And the world was more than kin while he held the ready tin,
But to-day the Sergeant’s something less than kind.
We’re poor little lambs who’ve lost our way,
Baa! Baa! Baa!
We’re little black sheep who’ve gone astray,
Baa—aa—aa!
Gentlemen-rankers out on the spree,
Damned from here to Eternity,
God ha’ mercy on such as we,
Baa! Yah! Bah!)
The sound sample is an electronic preview.
The pdf file contains score and parts.
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