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- Editor: Simon Biazeck (submitted 2016-09-02). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 130 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: O men from the fields
Composer: Simon Biazeck
Lyricist: Padraic Columcreate page
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Carol
Language: English
Instruments: Harp
First published: 2008
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
O men from the fields,
Come gently within,
Tread softly, softly,
O men, coming in…
Mavourneen is going
From me and from you
Where Mary will fold him
With mantle of blue,
From reek of the smoke
And cold of the floor
And peering of things
Across the half-door.
O men from the fields,
Softly, softly come through;
Mary puts round him
Her mantle of blue.