Trumpet Voluntary

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Something for the weekend.  Trumpet Voluntary (1700) by Jeremiah Clarke.  Originally entitled The Prince of Denmark March, it has long been a favorite wedding march.  My bride and I had it played at our wedding in 1982.  Alas, Clarke committed suicide at age 31 over a hopeless love.  His music lives on however, and this is a beautiful tune.

 

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4 Comments

  1. Thanks Don. The most excellent ‘The Prince of Denmark March’ is one of my all time favorites along with the Brandenburg Concertos

  2. “[I]t has long been a favorite wedding march”

    It was played as a recessional at my great-uncle’s funeral by the trumpeters of his old regiment, 2nd Dragoons (Royal Scots Greys) – Cavalry regiments have trumpeters; other regiments have buglers.

    He was one of the last of the Old Contemptible, the British Expeditionary Force sent to France in 1914 and, as he would tell us, the Allerhöchster called them “a contemptible little army.” He often recounted how, in August 1914, he had found himself billeted at Saint-Maur-des-Fossés (the original home of the Scottish Seymours) and how, when on patrol, they had run into a scouting party of Von Kluck’s army. He would always conclude the tale by pointing out that Saint-Maur-des-Fossés is 11.7 km or 7.3 miles from Notre-Dame-de-Paris and good roads all the way. “Yes,” he would say, “it was a d-d close-run thing!”

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