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{{Pub|1|1879|in ''[[Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 12]]''|no=361}} | {{Pub|1|1879|in ''[[Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 12]]''|no=361}} | ||
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{{Vs|1}} "What! again at thy revels, thou wanton what-not | {{Vs|1}} "What! again at thy revels, thou wanton what-not | ||
With no purpose but mortals to mock? | With no purpose but mortals to mock? | ||
Ever haunting the cloister, or wild mountain pass, | Ever haunting the cloister, or wild mountain pass, | ||
The lone forest, the cavern, or rock! | The lone forest, the cavern, or rock! | ||
Tell me, Echo, what art thou, shade, elfin or fay, | Tell me, Echo, what art thou, shade, elfin or fay, | ||
Water-sprite, or some mystical bird, | Water-sprite, or some mystical bird, | ||
That unseen by us ever, dost hear and repeat, | That unseen by us ever, dost hear and repeat, | ||
E'en the fond lover's whispered last word?" | E'en the fond lover's whispered last word?" | ||
{{Vs|2}} As I spoke a clear voice from the hilltops above | {{Vs|2}} As I spoke a clear voice from the hilltops above | ||
Seemed to tread on the heels of my own; | Seemed to tread on the heels of my own; | ||
And the moment I ceased, in the sweetest of tones, | And the moment I ceased, in the sweetest of tones, | ||
Came a sound like a musical moan! | Came a sound like a musical moan! | ||
"Ah! That last word," sighed Echo, "my fate hangs thereon, | "Ah! That last word," sighed Echo, "my fate hangs thereon, | ||
I am neither elf, fairy, nor bird, | I am neither elf, fairy, nor bird, | ||
But the ghost of a fair one, condemned to reply, | But the ghost of a fair one, condemned to reply, | ||
Just because she would have the last word!" | Just because she would have the last word!" | ||
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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2020-01-06). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 96 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: Echo's Last Word
Composer: John Liptrot Hatton
Lyricist: W. S. Passmore
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
First published: 1879 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 12, no. 361
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
1 "What! again at thy revels, thou wanton what-not
With no purpose but mortals to mock?
Ever haunting the cloister, or wild mountain pass,
The lone forest, the cavern, or rock!
Tell me, Echo, what art thou, shade, elfin or fay,
Water-sprite, or some mystical bird,
That unseen by us ever, dost hear and repeat,
E'en the fond lover's whispered last word?"
2 As I spoke a clear voice from the hilltops above
Seemed to tread on the heels of my own;
And the moment I ceased, in the sweetest of tones,
Came a sound like a musical moan!
"Ah! That last word," sighed Echo, "my fate hangs thereon,
I am neither elf, fairy, nor bird,
But the ghost of a fair one, condemned to reply,
Just because she would have the last word!"