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{{Vs|1}} Tomorrow, Comrade, we | |||
on the battle-plain must be, | |||
There to conquer, or both to lie low, | |||
The morning star is up, | |||
but there's wine still in the cup, | |||
And we'll take another quaff ere we go. | |||
''Gramachree ma Cruiskeen, | |||
''Slauthegal mavourneen, | |||
''Gramachree ma Cruiskeen lawn. | |||
{{Vs|2}} 'Tis true in manliest eyes | |||
a passing tear will rise | |||
when we think of the friends we leave lone1 | |||
But what can weeping do? | |||
See, our goblet's weeping too! | |||
With its tears we'll chase away our own. | |||
''Gramachree ma Cruiskeen, | |||
''Slauthegal mavourneen, | |||
''Gramachree ma Cruiskeen lawn.}} | |||
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[[Category:Romantic music]] | [[Category:Romantic music]] | ||
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- (Posted 2020-04-07) CPDL #57888:
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2020-04-07). Score information: A4, 7 pages, 116 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
General Information
Title: The Cruiskeen lawn
Composer: Robert Prescott Stewart
Lyricist: Thomas Moore
Number of voices: 5vv Voicing: SATBB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
First published: 1875 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 15, no. 433
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Original text and translations
English text
1 Tomorrow, Comrade, we
on the battle-plain must be,
There to conquer, or both to lie low,
The morning star is up,
but there's wine still in the cup,
And we'll take another quaff ere we go.
Gramachree ma Cruiskeen,
Slauthegal mavourneen,
Gramachree ma Cruiskeen lawn.
2 'Tis true in manliest eyes
a passing tear will rise
when we think of the friends we leave lone1
But what can weeping do?
See, our goblet's weeping too!
With its tears we'll chase away our own.
Gramachree ma Cruiskeen,
Slauthegal mavourneen,
Gramachree ma Cruiskeen lawn.