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- (Posted 2024-03-21) CPDL #79639:
- Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2024-03-21). Score information: Letter, 12 pages, 556 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Highland love
Composer: Cecil Forsyth
Lyricist: John Wilson of Elleray
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
First published: 1923 H. W. Gray
Description: Based on a Scottish melody.
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Original text and translations
English text
The stars are shining cheerily,
Horo Mhairi dhu, turn ye to me.
The sea mew is moaning drearily,
Horo Mhairi dhu, turn ye to me.
Cold is the storm that ruffles his breast.
But warm are the downy plumes lining his nest.
Loud blows the wind there,
Bleak falls the snow there,
Horo Mhairi dhu, turn ye to me.
The waves are dancing merrily,
Horo Mhairi dhu, turn ye to me.
The sea birds are wailing wearily,
Horo Mhairi dhu, turn ye to me.
Hushed by thy moaning lone bird of the sea,
Thy home on the rocks is a shelter to thee.
Thine is the angry wave,
Mine but the lonely grave,
Horo Mhairi dhu, turn ye to me.