Where shall the lover rest?: Difference between revisions
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Where early violets die, | Where early violets die, | ||
Under the willow. | Under the willow. | ||
Eheu loro, eheu loro, | |||
Soft shall be his pillow. | |||
There, through the summer day, | There, through the summer day, | ||
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Parted for ever, | Parted for ever, | ||
Never again to wake, | Never again to wake, | ||
Never, O never! | |||
Eheu loro, eheu loro, | |||
Never, O never! | Never, O never! | ||
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Where mingles war's rattle | Where mingles war's rattle | ||
With groans of the dying. | With groans of the dying. | ||
Eheu loro, eheu loro, | |||
There shall he be lying. | |||
Her wings shall the eagle flap | Her wings shall the eagle flap | ||
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By his grave ever; | By his grave ever; | ||
Blessing shall hallow it, | Blessing shall hallow it, | ||
Never, O never! | |||
Eheu loro, eheu loro, | |||
Never, O never!}} | Never, O never!}} | ||
==External links== | ==External links== | ||
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Revision as of 11:22, 26 August 2022
General information
Lyricist Walter Scott
Settings by composers
- John Clarke-Whitfeld S solo with SATB chorus
- John Liptrot Hatton SATB
- Charles Hubert Hastings Parry T solo
Texts and Translations
English text
Where shall the lover rest
Whom the fates sever
From his true maiden's breast,
Parted for ever?
Where, through groves deep and high,
Sounds the fair billow,
Where early violets die,
Under the willow.
Eheu loro, eheu loro,
Soft shall be his pillow.
There, through the summer day,
Cool streams are laving;
There, while the tempests sway,
Scarce are boughs waving;
There, thy rest shall thou take,
Parted for ever,
Never again to wake,
Never, O never!
Eheu loro, eheu loro,
Never, O never!
Where shall the traitor rest,
He, the deceiver,
Who could win maiden's breast,
Ruin and leave her?
In the lost battle,
Borne down by the flying,
Where mingles war's rattle
With groans of the dying.
Eheu loro, eheu loro,
There shall he be lying.
Her wings shall the eagle flap
O'er the false-hearted,
His warm blood the wolf shall lap,
Ere life be parted,
Shame and dishonour sit
By his grave ever;
Blessing shall hallow it,
Never, O never!
Eheu loro, eheu loro,
Never, O never!