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==Original text and translations== | ==Original text and translations== | ||
English text | |||
:Come from the mountain side, | |||
:Come from the valleys wide, | |||
:See, how we muster strong, | |||
:Tramping along! | |||
:Rifle on shoulder sling, | |||
:Powder and bullets bring, | |||
:Manly in mind and heart, | |||
:Play we our part. | |||
:Sure be each eye to-day, | |||
:Steady each hand must stay, | |||
:If in the trial we, | |||
:Victors would be! | |||
:Sharp is the crack! 't Is done! | |||
:Lost is the chance, or won; | |||
:Right in the gold is it! | |||
:Huzza! The hit! | |||
:The sun will sink and light the west | |||
:And touch the peaks with crimson glow: | |||
:Then shadows fill the vale with rest | |||
:While stars look peace on all below. | |||
:In triumph then we take our way, | |||
:And with our prizes homeward wend: | |||
:Through meadows sweet with new-mown hay, | |||
:A song exultant will we send. | |||
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- Editor: Michael Gibson (added 2007-01-29). Score information: A4, 8 pages, 348 kbytes Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: On the Alm, Op. 27, No. 5
Composer: Edward Elgar
Number of voices: 6vv Voicing: SATTBB
Genre: Secular, Partsongs
Language: English
Instruments: piano
Published: 1897
Description: No. 5 from "From the Bavarian Highlands"
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Original text and translations
English text
- Come from the mountain side,
- Come from the valleys wide,
- See, how we muster strong,
- Tramping along!
- Rifle on shoulder sling,
- Powder and bullets bring,
- Manly in mind and heart,
- Play we our part.
- Sure be each eye to-day,
- Steady each hand must stay,
- If in the trial we,
- Victors would be!
- Sharp is the crack! 't Is done!
- Lost is the chance, or won;
- Right in the gold is it!
- Huzza! The hit!
- The sun will sink and light the west
- And touch the peaks with crimson glow:
- Then shadows fill the vale with rest
- While stars look peace on all below.
- In triumph then we take our way,
- And with our prizes homeward wend:
- Through meadows sweet with new-mown hay,
- A song exultant will we send.