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==General Information==
 
==General Information==

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  • (Posted 2017-07-24)   CPDL #45586:       
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2017-07-24).   Score information: A4, 5 pages, 93 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: in bar 17, the second LH chord has been changed from GB to DFB, to match the RH.

General Information

Title: Home they brought her warrior dead, Op. 68:7
Composer: Charles Villiers Stanford
Lyricist: Alfred Tennyson

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

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Description:

External websites: IMSLP

Original text and translations

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Home they brought her warrior dead:
She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,
‘She must weep or she will die.’

Then they praised him, soft and low,
Called him worthy to be loved,
Truest friend and noblest foe;
Yet she neither spoke nor moved.

Stole a maiden from her place,
Lightly to the warrior stepped,
Took the face-cloth from the face;
Yet she neither moved nor wept.

Rose a nurse of ninety years,
Set his child upon her knee—
Like summer tempest came her tears—
‘Sweet my child, I live for thee.’