Hail to the Chief (Ebenezer Prout)

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Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2020-02-03).   Score information: A4, 12 pages, 146 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Hail to the Chief
Composer: Ebenezer Prout
Lyricist: Walter Scott

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

First published: 1875 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 12, no. 357

Description: Composed for the reopening of Alexandra Palace on May 10 1877, originally with orchestral accompaniment.The lyrics are from the Boat song (vv.1-2 & 4) of Sir Walter Scott's Lady of the lake.

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Original text and translations

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1  Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances!
Honoured and blessed be the evergreen Pine!
Long may the tree, in his banner that glances,
Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line!
Heaven send it happy dew,
Earth lend it sap anew,
Gaily to bourgeon and broadly to grow,
While every Highland glen
Sends our shout back agen,
'Roderich Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe!'

2  Ours is no sapling, chance-sown by the fountain,
Blooming at Beltane, in winter to fade;
When the whirlwind has stripped every leaf on the mountain,
The more shall Clan-Alpine exult in her shade.
Moored in the rifted rock,
Proof to the tempest's shock,
Firmer he roots him the ruder it blow;
Menteith and Breadalbane, then,
Echo his praise again,
'Roderich Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe!'

4  Row, vassals, row, for the pride of the Highlands!
Stretch to your oars for the evergreen Pine!
O, that the rosebud that graces yon islands
Were wreathed in a garland around him to twine!
O! that some seedling gem,
Worthy such noble stem,
Honoured and blessed in their shadow might grow!
Loud should Clan Alpine then
Ring from her deepmost glen,
'Roderich Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe!'