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Adieu, adieu! my native shore | Adieu, adieu! my native shore | ||
Fades o'er the waters blue; | Fades o'er the waters blue; | ||
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And when you fail my sight, | And when you fail my sight, | ||
Welcome, ye deserts, and ye caves, | Welcome, ye deserts, and ye caves, | ||
My native land, good night | My native land, good night.}} | ||
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- Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2018-04-30). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 87 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score. Please click on the link for preview/playback/PDF download.
General Information
Title: Adieu! my native shore
Composer: Robert Lucas Pearsall
Lyricist: George Byron, 6th Baron Byroncreate page
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
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Description: Pearsall's marriage of Byron's words with the tune (adapted) of Heinrich Isaac's "Innsbruck ich muss dich lassen".
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Original text and translations
English text
Adieu, adieu! my native shore
Fades o'er the waters blue;
The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar,
And shrieks the wild sea-mew.
Yon sun that sets upon the sea
We follow in his flight;
Farewell awhile to him and thee,
My native land, good night.
With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly go
Athwart the foaming brine;
Nor care what land thou bear'st me to,
So not again to mine.
Welcome, welcome, ye blue waves,
And when you fail my sight,
Welcome, ye deserts, and ye caves,
My native land, good night.