The old arm-chair (Henry Russell)

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Editor: Marco Gallo (submitted 2004-06-23).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 47 kB   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: The Old Arm Chair
Composer: Henry Russell

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: Unison
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

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Original text and translations

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I love it, I love it, and who shall dare
To chide me for loving that old armchair;
I've treasur'd it long as a holy prize,
I've bedew'd it with tears and embalm'd it with sighs;
'Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart,
Not a tie will break, not a link will start.
Would you learn the spell?
A mother sat there,
And a sacred thing is that old armchair.

I sat and watched her many a day,
When her eye grew dim and her locks were grey;
And I almost worshipp'd her when she smil'd,
And turn'd from her Bible to bless her child.
Years rolled on, but the last one sped,
My idol was shatter'd, my earth-star fled;
I learnt how much the heart can bear,
When I saw her die in that old arm chair.

'Tis past! 'tis past! but I gaze on it now
With quivering breath and throbbing brow;
'Twas there she nursed me, 'twas there she died,
And mem'ry flows with lava tide.
Say it is folly and deem me weak,
While the scalding tears start down my cheek;
But I love it! I love it! and cannot tear
My soul from a mother's old arm-chair!