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{{Vs|1}} A king there was in Thule, | |||
Right faithful to the grave, | |||
To whom his dying true-love | |||
A golden goblet gave. | |||
He drank out of none other, | |||
So high he did it prize; | |||
He never raised it to his lips | |||
But tears came to his eyes. | |||
{{Vs|2}} At length, when he was dying, | |||
His riches he cast up, | |||
And gave them to his heritors, | |||
But would not give the cup. | |||
He sat him down at table, | |||
With all his chivalry, | |||
High in his father's castle hall | |||
That overhung the sea. | |||
{{Vs|3}} Before the aged toper | |||
His parting draft did glow, | |||
He drank it off, and sent the cup | |||
To greet the flood below. | |||
He saw it fall and vanish | |||
Amid the foaming main, | |||
His eyes he shut as if in sleep, | |||
And never drank again. | |||
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Revision as of 14:50, 12 December 2019
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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-12-12). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 72 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
General Information
Title: A king there was in Thule
Composer: Robert Lucas Pearsall
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard
First published: 1875 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 11, no. 316
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
1 A king there was in Thule,
Right faithful to the grave,
To whom his dying true-love
A golden goblet gave.
He drank out of none other,
So high he did it prize;
He never raised it to his lips
But tears came to his eyes.
2 At length, when he was dying,
His riches he cast up,
And gave them to his heritors,
But would not give the cup.
He sat him down at table,
With all his chivalry,
High in his father's castle hall
That overhung the sea.
3 Before the aged toper
His parting draft did glow,
He drank it off, and sent the cup
To greet the flood below.
He saw it fall and vanish
Amid the foaming main,
His eyes he shut as if in sleep,
And never drank again.