Song of the Vikings (Joseph Eaton Faning)
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- (Posted 2023-10-12) CPDL #76303:
- Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-10-12). Score information: Letter, 24 pages, 1.02 MB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
- (Posted 2021-01-27) CPDL #62537:
- Editor: Ian Haslam (submitted 2021-01-27). Score information: A4, 18 pages, 264 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: Song of the Vikings
Composer: Joseph Eaton Faning
Lyricist: Somerville Gibney
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
First published: 1901 Novello and Co.
Description: Source Novello and Co. Part-song book, second series number 864
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Original text and translations
English text
The wind is blowing from off the shore,
And our sail has felt its force,
For our bark bounds forth o'er the crested waves
As a wild and restive horse.
Our sharp prow cleaves the billows,
And breaks them into spray,
And they brightly gleam in the glad sunlight
As we speed upon our way, as we speed upon our way.
Lords of the waves we are,
Kings of the seething foam!
Warriors bold, from the norseland cold,
Far o'er the sea we roam,
Lords of the waves we are.
We have left our wives and our sweethearts
fair On the rock encircled strand,
To entreat the gods to watch 'o'er their loves,
And to bring them back to land.
Each day they'll pray to heaven,
Nor will they pray in vain,
For the gods will watch o'er our sturdy bark,
And will guide her home again.
Lords of the waves we are,
Kings of the seething foam!
Warriors bold, from the norseland cold,
Far o'er the sea we roam,
Lords of the waves we are.
To our oars we bend with a right good will,
And all sorrow leave behind;
As the white-wing'd gulls which around us skim,
We are racing, racing with the wind.
And when our foes are vanquish'd,
And we return once more,
Oh, the welcome glad they will greet us with,
As we gain the long'd-for shore,
as we gain the long'd-for shore.
Lords of the waves we are,
Kings of the seething foam!
Warriors bold, from the norseland cold,
Far o'er the sea we roam,
Lords of the waves we are.