The Sword of Erin (Charles Villiers Stanford)
- Editor: Ian Haslam (submitted 2012-04-07). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 45 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: In the original score, bar 30, the crotchet word was 'Which' in the Soprano and Alto line. This has been changed to 'Have' to agree with the Tenors and Basses and the original poem.
Title: The Sword of Erin
Composer: Charles Villiers Stanford
First published: 1901
Description: No. 4 of Six Irish Folksongs Op. 78. Originally published by Boosey and Co.
Original text and translations
Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin
On him who the brave sons of Usna betray'd!
For every fond eye he hath waken'd a tear in
A drop from his heart-wounds shall weep o'er her blade.
By the red cloud that hung over Conor's dark dwelling,
When Ulad's three champions lay sleeping in gore
By the billows of war, which so often, high swelling,
Have wafted these heroes to victory's shore.
We swear to avenge them! - no joy shall be tasted,
The harp shall be silent, the maiden unwed,
Our halls shall be mute, and our fields shall lie wasted,
Till vengeance is wreak'd on the murderer's head.
Yes, monarch! though sweet are our home recollections,
Though sweet are the tears that from tenderness fall;
Though sweet are our friendships, our hopes, our affections,
Revenge on a tyrant is sweetest of all!