Chœur des soldats (from Faust) (Charles Gounod)

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In French

(Posted 2014-11-15) CPDL #33381:

Editor: Kris Van Bruwaene (submitted 2014-11-15). Score information: A4, 8 pages, 1.15 MB Copyright: CC BY SA

Edition notes: Vocal score, choir parts only.

In English

(Posted 2010-05-27) CPDL #21525: (Sibelius 4)

Editor: Micah Brandhandler (submitted 2010-04-22). Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 98 kB Copyright: Public Domain

Edition notes: This version is derived from the 1917 edition of "Songs and Choruses for Community Singing".

General Information

Title: Choeur des soldats (Soldiers' Chorus): "Gloire immortelle de nos aïeux"
Larger work: Faust
Composer: Charles Gounod
Lyricists: Jules Barbier^{create page} and Michel Carré^{create page}

Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: TTBB, arr. for 2 parts
Genre: Secular, Opera

Languages: French, English
Instruments: Orchestra

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Original text and translations

French text

R.:
Gloire immortelle
de nos aïeux,
sois-nous fidèle,
mourons comme eux!
et sous ton aile,
soldats vainqueurs,
dirige nos pas, enflamme nos cœurs!

Pour toi, mère patrie,
affrontant le sort,
tes fils, l'âme aguerrie,
ont bravé la mort!
ta voix sainte nous crie :
"En avant, soldats!
Le fer à la main, courez aux combats !"

R.

Vers nos foyers, hâtons le pas!
on nous attend; la paix est faite !
Plus de soupirs ! Ne tardons pas !
Notre pays nous tend les bras !
L'amour nous rit ! L'amour nous fête
et plus d'un cœur frémit tout bas
au souvenir de nos combats !

R.

English text

Glory and love to the men of old,
Their sons may copy their virtues bold;
Courage in heart and a sword in hand,
Both ready to fight and ready to die for Fatherland!

Who needs bidding to dare by a trumpet blown?
Who lacks pity to spare when the field is won?
Who would fly from a foe if alone or lost?
And boast he was true, as coward might do when peril is past?

Glory and love to the men of old!
Their sons may copy their virtues bold,
Courage in heart and a sword in hand,
All ready to fight for Fatherland.

Now to home again we come, the long and fiery strife of battle over;
Rest is pleasant after toil as hard as ours beneath a stranger sun
Many a maiden fair is waiting here to greet her truant soldier lover,
And many a heart will fail and brow grow pale to hear the tale of cruel peril he has run

We are at home.
Glory and love to the men of old;
Their sons may copy their virtues bold!
Courage in heart and a sword in hand,
All ready to fight for Fatherland!
All ready to fight, or ready to die for Fatherland!