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==General Information== | ==General Information== |
Revision as of 20:06, 2 December 2019
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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-11-26). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 81 kB Copyright: CPDL
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- Possible error(s) identified. Error summary: Something apparently amiss with r. h. of keyboard MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
General Information
Title: The red wine flows
Composer: Robert Lucas Pearsall
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Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: TTBB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard
First published: 1875 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 10, no. 308
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Original text and translations
English text
1 The red wine flows, the north wind blows,
The wintry sun is sinking,
The Bear, cold star, beams frost afar,
Let's be drinking, brothers, drinking!
2 Huge pine-logs light the chimney bright,
With sparks are crackling, blinking;
Our noble Rhine gives us our wine,
Let's be drinking, brothers, drinking!
3 Shriek an' thou will, O north wind chill,
Through hut, and house, and palace;
But from the cold, good greybeard old,
Oh! spare each flask and chalice.