Come o’er the sea - Stanford, Charles Villiers

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"AIR: CUISHLA MA CHREE<br> Commissioned by the Irish Choral Society of Chicago, this Irish folksong setting was never published in the UK and was unknown to scholars for over a century."

⌛ Period → Late Romantic

◈ Genre / Form Folksongs

♬ Voicing → SATB

◆ Difficulty

Intermediate (Grade 4-5)

¶ Language → English

Parts 4

Instruments A cappella

Pages 8

CPDL # 79566

Editor David Anderson

Posted 2024-03-16

License Personal

¶Lyrics / Text

Come o’er the sea, Maiden with me, Mine through sunshine, storm, and snows; Seasons may roll, But the true soul Burns the same, where’er it goes. Let fate frown on, so we love and part not; ’Tis life where thou art, ’tis death were thou are not. Then come o’er the sea, Maiden with me, Come wherever the wild wind blows; Seasons may roll, But the true soul Burns the same, where’er it goes. Was not the sea Made for the Free, Land for courts and chains alone? Here we are slaves, But, on the waves, Love and Liberty’s all our own. No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, All earth forgot, and all heaven around us— Then come o’er the sea, Maiden, with me, Mine through sunshine, storms, and snows; Seasons may roll, But the true soul Burns the same, where’er it goes.

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