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'''Description:''' No. 3 from Six Irish folksongs originally published by Boosey and Co
'''Description:''' No. 3 from Six Irish folksongs originally published by Boosey and Co

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  • CPDL #25959:        (Sibelius 6)
Editor: Ian Haslam (submitted 2012-04-14).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 38 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Original score had a piano reduction which has been removed in this edition. MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.

General Information

Title: At the mid hour of night
Composer: Charles Villiers Stanford

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1901

Description: No. 3 from Six Irish folksongs originally published by Boosey and Co

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Original text and translations

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At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly
To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye;
And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the regions of air
To revisit past scenes of delight, thou wilt come to me there,
And tell me our love is remember'd even in the sky.
Then I sing the wild song it once was rapture to hear,
When our voices commingling breathed like one on the ear;
And as Echo far off through the vale my sad orison rolls,
I think, O my love! 'tis thy voice from the Kingdom of Souls
Faintly answering still the notes that once were so dear.