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The Isle of Mull is of isles the fairest, | |||
Of ocean gems 'tis the first and rarest; | |||
Green grassy island of spark-ling fountains, | |||
Of waving woods and high tow'ring mountains. | |||
How pleasant 'twas in the May morning, | |||
The rising sun thy gay fields adorning; | |||
The feathered songsters their lays were singing, | |||
While rocks and wood were with echoes ringing. | |||
But gone are now all those joys for ever, | |||
Like bubbles bursting on yonder river: | |||
Farewell, farewell, to thy sparkling fountains, | |||
Thy waving woods and high tow'ring mountains. }} | |||
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[[Category:Early 20th century music]] | [[Category:Early 20th century music]] | ||
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- (Posted 2023-06-03) CPDL #74004:
- Editor: Ian Haslam (submitted 2023-06-03). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 97 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: The Isle of Mull
Composer: Hugh S. Roberton
Lyricist: Malcolm MacFarlane
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1926
Description: Originally published by Bayley & Ferguson Ltd
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Original text and translations
English text
The Isle of Mull is of isles the fairest,
Of ocean gems 'tis the first and rarest;
Green grassy island of spark-ling fountains,
Of waving woods and high tow'ring mountains.
How pleasant 'twas in the May morning,
The rising sun thy gay fields adorning;
The feathered songsters their lays were singing,
While rocks and wood were with echoes ringing.
But gone are now all those joys for ever,
Like bubbles bursting on yonder river:
Farewell, farewell, to thy sparkling fountains,
Thy waving woods and high tow'ring mountains.