The Soldier's Farewell (Johanna Kinkel): Difference between revisions
Jump to navigation
Jump to search
m (Text replacement - "'''External websites:''' ==Orig" to "{{#ExtWeb:}} ==Orig") |
m (Text replacement - ":'''Edition notes:''' ==Gene" to ":{{EdNotes|}} ==Gene") |
||
| Line 3: | Line 3: | ||
*{{PostedDate|2010-04-30}} {{CPDLno|21476}} [[Media:25_The_Soldiers_Farewell.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:25_The_Soldiers_Farewell.svg|{{SVG}}]] [[Media:25_The_Soldiers_Farewell.mid|{{mid}}]] [[Media:25_The_Soldiers_Farewell.mxl|{{XML}}]] [[Media:25_The_Soldiers_Farewell.sib|{{sib}}]] (Sibelius 4) | *{{PostedDate|2010-04-30}} {{CPDLno|21476}} [[Media:25_The_Soldiers_Farewell.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:25_The_Soldiers_Farewell.svg|{{SVG}}]] [[Media:25_The_Soldiers_Farewell.mid|{{mid}}]] [[Media:25_The_Soldiers_Farewell.mxl|{{XML}}]] [[Media:25_The_Soldiers_Farewell.sib|{{sib}}]] (Sibelius 4) | ||
{{Editor|Kayla Campbell|2010-04-19}}{{ScoreInfo|18.7 x 24 cm|1|115}}{{Copy|CPDL}} | {{Editor|Kayla Campbell|2010-04-19}}{{ScoreInfo|18.7 x 24 cm|1|115}}{{Copy|CPDL}} | ||
: | :{{EdNotes|}} | ||
==General Information== | ==General Information== | ||
Revision as of 06:08, 10 April 2021
Music files
| ICON | SOURCE |
|---|---|
 |
|
 |
Midi |
 |
MusicXML |
 |
Sibelius |
 |
File details |
 |
Help |
- (Posted 2010-04-30) CPDL #21476:
(Sibelius 4)
- Editor: Kayla Campbell (submitted 2010-04-19). Score information: 18.7 x 24 cm, 1 page, 115 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: The Soldier's Farewell
Composer: Johanna Kinkel
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
(an arrangement?)
Genre: Secular, Folksong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1917 I Hear America Singing: 55 Songs and Choruses for Community Singing (Boston)
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
1.
How can I bear to leave thee?
One parting kiss I give thee;
And then whate'er befalls me,
I go where honor calls me.
Farewell, farewell, my own true love.
2.
Ne'er more may I behold thee,
Or to this heart enfold thee;
With guns and pennons glancing,
I see the foe advancing.
Farewell, farewell, my own true love.