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'''Title:''' ''Adieu! my native shore''<br>
'''Title:''' ''Adieu! my native shore''<br>
{{Composer|Robert Lucas Pearsall}}
{{Composer|Robert Lucas Pearsall}}
{{Lyricist|George Byron, 6th Baron Byron}}
{{Lyricist|George Gordon Byron}}


{{Voicing|4|SATB}}<br>
{{Voicing|4|SATB}}<br>
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'''External websites:'''  
'''External websites:'''


==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==

Revision as of 13:07, 10 December 2019

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General Information

Title: Adieu! my native shore
Composer: Robert Lucas Pearsall
Lyricist: George Gordon Byron

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

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

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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.