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==Music files==
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==General Information==
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'''Number of voices:''' 1v&nbsp;&nbsp;'''Voicing:''' Solo Soprano<br>
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'''Genre:''' {{pcat|Secular| music}}, [[Folksong]] <br>
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{{Language|English}}
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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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{{Vs|1}} We shall meet, but we shall miss him,
There will be one vacant chair;
We shall linger to caress him,
While we breathe our evening pray'r.
When a year ago we gathered,
Joy was in his mild blue eye,
But a golden chord is severed,
And our hopes in ruin lie.
 
{{Vs|R}} We shall meet, but we shall miss him,
There will be one vacant chair;
We shall linger to caress him,
While we breathe our evening pray'r.
 
{{Vs|2}} At our fireside, sad and lonely,
Often will the bosom swell
At remembrance of the story
How our noble Willie fell.
How he strove to bear our banner
Thro' the thickest of the fight
And uphold our country's honor,
In the strength of manhood's might.
''R:''
 
{{Vs|3}} True, they tell us wreaths of glory,
Ever more will deck his brow,
But this soothes the anguish only,
Sweeping o'er our heart-strings now.
Sleep today, oh, early fallen,
In thy green and narrow bed,
Dirges from the pine and cypress,
Mingle with the tears we shed.
''R:''
We shall meet, but we shall miss him,
There will be one vacant chair;
We shall linger to caress him,
While we breathe our evening pray'r}}


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Contributor: Stan Sanderson (submitted 2004-04-08).  Score information: A4, 2 pages, 54 kB   Copyright: MutopiaBSD
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General Information

Title: Vacant Chair, The
Composer: George Frederick Root

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: Soprano solo

Genre: SecularFolksong

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

First published:

Description:

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Original text and translations

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1  We shall meet, but we shall miss him,
There will be one vacant chair;
We shall linger to caress him,
While we breathe our evening pray'r.
When a year ago we gathered,
Joy was in his mild blue eye,
But a golden chord is severed,
And our hopes in ruin lie.

R  We shall meet, but we shall miss him,
There will be one vacant chair;
We shall linger to caress him,
While we breathe our evening pray'r.

2  At our fireside, sad and lonely,
Often will the bosom swell
At remembrance of the story
How our noble Willie fell.
How he strove to bear our banner
Thro' the thickest of the fight
And uphold our country's honor,
In the strength of manhood's might.
R:

3  True, they tell us wreaths of glory,
Ever more will deck his brow,
But this soothes the anguish only,
Sweeping o'er our heart-strings now.
Sleep today, oh, early fallen,
In thy green and narrow bed,
Dirges from the pine and cypress,
Mingle with the tears we shed.
R:
We shall meet, but we shall miss him,
There will be one vacant chair;
We shall linger to caress him,
While we breathe our evening pray'r