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==Music files==
==Music files==
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*{{PostedDate|2011-09-05}} {{CPDLno|24367}} [[Media:Corefar.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:Corefar.mp3|{{mp3}}]]
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{{Editor|Jon Corelis|2011-09-05}}{{ScoreInfo|Letter|5|68}}{{Copy|Personal}}
{{Editor|Jon Corelis|2011-09-05}}{{ScoreInfo|Letter|5|68}}{{Copy|Personal}}
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==General Information==
==General Information==
'''Title:''' ''Farewell''<br>
{{Title|''Farewell''}}
{{Composer|Jon Corelis}}
{{Composer|Jon Corelis}}
{{Lyricist|A. E. Housman}}
{{Lyricist|A. E. Housman}}
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{{Genre|Secular|Partsongs}}
{{Genre|Secular|Partsongs}}
{{Language|English}}
{{Language|English}}
{{Instruments|Piano}}<br>
{{Instruments|Piano}}
'''Published:''' 2011
{{Pub|1|2011}}
 
{{Descr|My musical setting for one of the best known poems from A. E. Housman's ''A Shropshire Lad.'' The melody is my reworking of the old sea song ''The Flying Cloud.'' Written for male tenor; the voice in this sound file simulated by cello, though probably higher than a cello would easily play.The piano accompaniment has been called too heavy, but I wanted a heavy effect; comments on this would be welcome. The lyrics are on the .pdf score but for convenience are also given below.}}
'''Description:''' My musical setting for one of the best known poems from A. E. Housman's ''A Shropshire Lad.'' The melody is my reworking of the old sea song ''The Flying Cloud.'' Written for male tenor; the voice in this sound file simulated by cello, though probably higher than a cello would easily play.The piano accompaniment has been called too heavy, but I wanted a heavy effect; comments on this would be welcome. The lyrics are on the .pdf score but for convenience are also given below.
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*[http://sites.google.com/site/jcorelis Composer's website]}}
'''External websites:'''
*[http://sites.google.com/site/jcorelis Composer's website]
 
==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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'''Farewell''' (from ''A Shropshire Lad'')
'''Farewell''' (from ''A Shropshire Lad'')


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And long will wait the fold,
And long will wait the fold,
And long will stand the empty plate,
And long will stand the empty plate,
And dinner will be cold.’
And dinner will be cold.’}}
</poem>


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  • (Posted 2011-09-05)  CPDL #24367:     
Editor: Jon Corelis (submitted 2011-09-05).   Score information: Letter, 5 pages, 68 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes:

General Information

Title: Farewell
Composer: Jon Corelis
Lyricist: A. E. Housman

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: T

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

First published: 2011
Description: My musical setting for one of the best known poems from A. E. Housman's A Shropshire Lad. The melody is my reworking of the old sea song The Flying Cloud. Written for male tenor; the voice in this sound file simulated by cello, though probably higher than a cello would easily play.The piano accompaniment has been called too heavy, but I wanted a heavy effect; comments on this would be welcome. The lyrics are on the .pdf score but for convenience are also given below.

External websites:

Original text and translations

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Farewell (from A Shropshire Lad)

Farewell to barn and stack and tree,
Farewell to Severn shore.
Terence, look your last at me,
For I come home no more.

‘The sun burns on the half-mown hill,
By now the blood is dried;
And Maurice amongst the hay lies still
And my knife is in his side.

‘My mother thinks us long away;
’Tis time the field were mown.
She had two sons at rising day,
To-night she'll be alone.

‘And here's a bloody hand to shake,
And oh, man, here's good-bye;
We'll sweat no more on scythe and rake,
My bloody hands and I.

‘I wish you strength to bring you pride,
And a love to keep you clean,
And I wish you luck, come Lammastide,
At racing on the green.

‘Long for me the rick will wait,
And long will wait the fold,
And long will stand the empty plate,
And dinner will be cold.’