Chautauqua Chamber Music

Monday August 4, 2025- 4pm

Elizabeth S. Lenna Hall

Trio Bohémo 

Jan Vojtek, piano 

Matouš Pěruška, violin  

Kristina Vocetková, cello

Antonín Rejcha (1770-1836): Piano Trio No. 6 in A major, Op. 101 (1824) [22']

     Allegro non troppo

     Minuetto-Allegro

     Andante

     Allegro assai

Johannes Brahms (1833-1897): Piano Trio No. 1 in B major, Op. 8 (1889) [37']

     Allegro con brio

     Scherzo. Allegro molto

     Adagio

     Finale. Allegro

Jan Vičar (b.1949): Cycle of folk songs 'From Moravia' [10']

Chautauqua Chamber Music is made possible in part by The Kay Hardesty Logan Fund.

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FROM MORAVIA 

Folk lyrics from Moravian Highlands English translation by Keith Jones 

1 / OH, MOUNTAIN, MOUNTAIN 

Oh, mountain, mountain, 

lovely Green Mountain, 

[: from yonder mountain 

someone is calling. :] 

Calling me, calling, 

my girl is calling,

come here to see me,

I am home waiting. 

Oh, mountain, mountain, 

lovely Green Mountain, 

from yonder mountain 

someone is calling. 

2 / HIGHWAYMEN, ROBBERS 

Highwaymen and robbers, 

who’s goin’ to outfit you? 

Governor has ducats, 

to buy you nice Redcoats.

I cut sheaves all day long, 

made haystacks for winter, 

I cut them all the day, 

made haystacks for a week, 

I cut them all day long, 

made haystacks for a week.

Much longer did I work, 

made haystacks for a month.

 3 / COME WITH ME BOYS 

Come with me boys, let’s go robbing! 

We have no money for drinking, 

oh, the oak woods are just now turning green, 

the oak woods are just now turning green. 

We will go to the White Mountain, 

stand and view our own Green Mountains, 

and then we will part, and everyone 

can go his own way, can go his own way. 

Muskets and pistols treat me well, 

my wife and children fare thee well, 

my wife, expect me back in the fall, 

expect me back in the fall, in the fall. 

For seven years we robbed a lot, 

but in the eighth year we were caught, 

oh, what a pity we were caught, 

that we were caught, ever caught.

4 / GREEN MOUNTAIN 

Green Mountain, Green Mountain, 

above harvested sheaves, 

down there they say that 

we are highwaymen and thieves. 

We are not highwaymen, 

we are nice and polite, 

what we see in the day, 

we might grab in the night!

5 / GIVE US BOOTS 

Give us boots, build us a fire, 

if not, there will be a big fight, 

yea, yea, yea, that’s right! 

There will be fighting, real fighting,

next to the town of Burlington, 

yea, yea, yea, that’s right!

6 / THEY SENT ME TO THE FOREST 

They sent me to the forest,

but they gave me no hatchet, 

[: we have our own custom here: 

brother lend me your own axe. :] 

Now I have my ready axe, 

tell me dear how do I look, 

[: am I plump or am I slim, 

or am I still a virgin. :] 

Pum, pum, pum… La, la, la… 

They sent me to a fine inn, 

and gave me not a shilling, 

[: we have our own custom here: 

after drinking, run away. :] 

Yippee!

7 / MOUNTAINS ARE HIGH AND BLACK

Mountains are high and black, 

[: meadows low and green. :] 

Grooms from farms and stables, 

[: taking out the horses. :] 

Driving the horses down, 

[: to drink fresh, clear water. :] 

Oh, the young valley girls, 

call to them, call to them, 

the valley, valley girls.

8 / WHEAT, WHEAT, WHEAT 

Wheat, wheat, wheat, low wheat, 

it’s wrong to try to follow me, my sweet. 

Wheat, wheat, wheat, short and sweet, 

my love, you are too young for us to meet.

Wood, wood, wood, wood, the young green wood, 

don’t try to count on me, my darling kid. 

If you try to count on me, girl, 

you will soon grow to regret it. 

Oh, bush, oh bush, oh my green bush, 

oh, God please grant me something to steal. 

Maybe a horse, maybe an ox, 

or maybe a nice girl to clean my house. 

She was sitting by the brook, 

fishing for trout with a hook. 

She was sitting by the brook, 

fishing for trout with a hook. 

Kate, Kate, Kate, Kitty Kate, 

I’ll bring you rye and barley if it’s not late. 

Kate, Kate, Kate, Kitty, Kate, 

bring you rye and barley if it’s not too late. 

I don’t eat rye and barley, 

and I won’t let you cheat me.

I don’t eat rye and barley, 

and I won’t let you cheat me. 

The lying eyes that you have, 

you always look at other girls, other girls. 

Lying eyes that you have, 

you always look at other girls, other girls.

 Kate, Kate, Kate… Kitty, Kate!