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Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, | |||
Where cold and unhonoured his relics are laid; | |||
Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, | |||
As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head. | |||
But the night-dew that falls, tho' in silence it weeps, | |||
Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps, | |||
And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, | |||
Shall long keep his memory green in our souls. | |||
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CPDL #25931: Sibelius 6
- Editor: Ian Haslam (submitted 2012-04-11). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 40 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Original score had a piano reduction, which has been removed in this edition.
General Information
Title: Oh! breathe not his name
Composer: Charles Villiers Stanford
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1901
Description: No 1 of Six Irish Folksongs Op.78, origianlly published by Boosey and Co
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Original text and translations
English text <poem> Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonoured his relics are laid; Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head.
But the night-dew that falls, tho' in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps, And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.