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X:1
T:Babylon Streams L.M.
T:Treble
O: Scottish Psalter 1615
O: Words, Tate and Brady, Psalm 137.
C: Thomas Campian
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w:    1~When we, our wear- ied limbs to rest,
w:    2~Our harps, that when with joy we sung,
w:    3~Mean- while our foes, who all con- spired
w:    4~How shall we tune our voice to sing?
w:    5~O Sa- lem, our once hap- py seat !
w:    6~If I to men- tion thee for- bear,
w:    7~Re- mem- ber, Lord, how E- dom's race,
w:    8~Proud Ba- bel's daugh- ter, doomed to be
w:    9~Thrice blessed, who with just rage po- ssessed,
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w:       sat down by proud Eu- phra- tes' stream,
w:       were wont their tune- ful parts to bear,
w:       to tri-  umph in our slav- ish wrongs,
w:       or touch our harps with skil- ful hands?
w:       when I of thee for- getful prove,
w:       e- ter- nal si- lence seize my tongue;
w:       in thy own ci- ty's fa- tal day,
w:       of grief and woe the wretch- ed prey;
w:       and deaf to all the pa- rents' moans,
d f2 d c > B A B2 c d2
w:       We wept, with dole- * ful thoughts op- pressed,
w:       With si- lent strings * ne- glect- ed hung
w:       Mu- sic and mirth * of us re- quired;
w:       Shall hymns of joy * to God our King
w:       Let then my trembl- * ing hand for- get
w:       Or if I sing * one cheer- ful air,
w:       cried out, "Her state- * ly walls de- face,
w:       Blessed is the man * who shall to thee
w:       Shall snatch thy in- * fants from the breast,
d d2 c d > c B A A2 G2 |]
w:       and Zi- on was * our mourn-  ful theme.
w:       on wil- low trees * that with- ered there.
w:       "Come, sing us one * of Zi- on's songs."
w:       be sung by slaves * in for- eign lands?
w:       the speak- ing strings * with art to move.
w:       till thy de- liv'- * rance is my song.
w:       and with the ground * quite le- vel lay."
w:       the wrongs thou lay'st * on us re- pay.
w:       and dash their heads * a- gainst the stones.


X:2
T:Babylon Streams L.M.
T:Alto
O: Scottish Psalter 1615
O: Words, Tate and Brady, Psalm 137.
C: Thomas Campian
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D D2 F F2 G G ^F G ^F2
w:    1~When we, our wear- ied limbs * to rest,
w:    2~Our harps, that when with joy * we sung,
w:    3~Mean- while our foes, who all * con- spired
w:    4~How shall we tune our voice * to sing?
w:    5~O Sa- lem, our once hap- * py seat !
w:    6~If I to men- tion thee * for- bear,
w:    7~Re- mem- ber, Lord, how E- * dom's race,
w:    8~Proud Ba- bel's daugh- ter, doomed * to be
w:    9~Thrice blessed, who with just rage * po- ssessed,
=F F2 E D2 F G F E D2 ||
w:       sat down by proud Eu- phra- tes' * stream,
w:       were wont their tune- ful parts to * bear,
w:       to tri-  umph in our slav- ish * wrongs,
w:       or touch our harps with skil- ful * hands?
w:       when I of thee for- get- ful prove,
w:       e- ter- nal si- lence seize my * tongue;
w:       in thy own ci- ty's fa- tal * day,
w:       of grief and woe the wretch- ed * prey;
w:       and deaf to all the pa- rents' * moans,
F F2 F F2 E D2 G ^F2
w:       We wept, with dole- ful thoughts op- pressed,
w:       With si- lent strings ne- glect- ed hung
w:       Mu- sic and mirth of us re- quired;
w:       Shall hymns of joy to God our King
w:       Let then my trembl- ing hand for- get
w:       Or if I sing one cheer- ful air,
w:       cried out, "Her state- ly walls de- face,
w:       Blessed is the man who shall to thee
w:       Shall snatch thy in- fants from the breast,
=F G2 G ^F2 G E D > C B,2 |]
w:       and Zi- on was * our mourn-  ful theme.
w:       on wil- low trees * that with- ered there.
w:       "Come, sing us one * of Zi- on's songs."
w:       be sung by slaves * in for- eign lands?
w:       the speak- ing strings * with art to move.
w:       till thy de- liv'- * rance is my song.
w:       and with the ground * quite le- vel lay."
w:       the wrongs thou lay'st * on us re- pay.
w:       and dash their heads * a- gainst the stones.

X:3
T:Babylon Streams L.M.
T:Tenor
O: Scottish Psalter 1615
O: Words, Tate and Brady, Psalm 137.
C: Thomas Campian
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%%MIDI nobarlines
%%MIDI ratio 3 1
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L:1/2
K:G min -8va
B G2 A B2  d d2 d d2
w:    1~When we, our wear- ied limbs to rest,
w:    2~Our harps, that when with joy we sung,
w:    3~Mean- while our foes, who all con- spired
w:    4~How shall we tune our voice to sing?
w:    5~O Sa- lem, our once hap- py seat !
w:    6~If I to men- tion thee for- bear,
w:    7~Re- mem- ber, Lord, how E- dom's race,
w:    8~Proud Ba- bel's daugh- ter, doomed to be
w:    9~Thrice blessed, who with just rage po- ssessed,
c B2 A B2 B B B A B2 ||
w:       sat down by proud Eu- phra- tes' * stream,
w:       were wont their tune- ful parts to * bear,
w:       to tri-  umph in our slav- ish * wrongs,
w:       or touch our harps with skil- ful * hands?
w:       when I of thee for- get- ful prove,
w:       e- ter- nal si- lence seize my * tongue;
w:       in thy own ci- ty's fa- tal * day,
w:       of grief and woe the wretch- ed * prey;
w:       and deaf to all the pa- rents' * moans,
B c2 B B A c B2 G A2
w:       We wept, with dole- * ful thoughts op- pressed,
w:       With si- lent strings * ne- glect- ed hung
w:       Mu- sic and mirth * of us re- quired;
w:       Shall hymns of joy * to God our King
w:       Let then my trembl- * ing hand for- get
w:       Or if I sing * one cheer- ful air,
w:       cried out, "Her state- * ly walls de- face,
w:       Blessed is the man * who shall to thee
w:       Shall snatch thy in- * fants from the breast,
B B2 c A2 G G2 ^F G2 |]
w:       and Zi- on was our mourn-  ful theme.
w:       on wil- low trees that with- ered there.
w:       "Come, sing us one of Zi- on's songs."
w:       be sung by slaves in for- eign lands?
w:       the speak- ing strings with art to move.
w:       till thy de- liv'- rance is my song.
w:       and with the ground quite le- vel lay."
w:       the wrongs thou lay'st on us re- pay.
w:       and dash their heads a- gainst the stones.


X:4
T:Babylon Streams L.M.
T:Bass
O: Scottish Psalter 1615
O: Words, Tate and Brady, Psalm 137.
C: Thomas Campian
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%%MIDI nobarlines
%%MIDI ratio 3 1
M:3/2
L:1/2
K:G min bass
g g2 f B2 b a2 g d2
w:    1~When we, our wear- ied limbs to rest,
w:    2~Our harps, that when with joy we sung,
w:    3~Mean- while our foes, who all con- spired
w:    4~How shall we tune our voice to sing?
w:    5~O Sa- lem, our once hap- py seat !
w:    6~If I to men- tion thee for- bear,
w:    7~Re- mem- ber, Lord, how E- dom's race,
w:    8~Proud Ba- bel's daugh- ter, doomed to be
w:    9~Thrice blessed, who with just rage po- ssessed,
f d2 f B2 d e f2 B2 ||
w:       sat down by proud Eu- phra- tes' stream,
w:       were wont their tune- ful parts to bear,
w:       to tri-  umph in our slav- ish wrongs,
w:       or touch our harps with skil- ful hands?
w:       when I of thee for- getful prove,
w:       e- ter- nal si- lence seize my tongue;
w:       in thy own ci- ty's fa- tal day,
w:       of grief and woe the wretch- ed prey;
w:       and deaf to all the pa- rents' moans,
B A2 B f2 ^f g2 e d2
w:       We wept, with dole- ful thoughts op- pressed,
w:       With si- lent strings ne- glect- ed hung
w:       Mu- sic and mirth of us re- quired;
w:       Shall hymns of joy to God our King
w:       Let then my trembl- ing hand for- get
w:       Or if I sing one cheer- ful air,
w:       cried out, "Her state- ly walls de- face,
w:       Blessed is the man who shall to thee
w:       Shall snatch thy in- fants from the breast,
B e2 e d2 d c d2 G2 |]
w:       and Zi- on was our mourn-  ful theme.
w:       on wil- low trees that with- ered there.
w:       "Come, sing us one of Zi- on's songs."
w:       be sung by slaves in for- eign lands?
w:       the speak- ing strings with art to move.
w:       till thy de- liv'- rance is my song.
w:       and with the ground quite le- vel lay."
w:       the wrongs thou lay'st on us re- pay.
w:       and dash their heads a- gainst the stones.