by Caroline Alice Elgar, née Roberts (1848 - 1920)
The marksmen
Language: English
Come from the mountain side, Come from the valleys wide, See, how we muster strong, Tramping along! Rifle on shoulder sling, Powder and bullets bring, Manly in mind and heart, Play we our part. Sure be each eye to-day, Steady each hand must stay If in the trial we, Victors would be! Sharp is the crack! 'tis done! Lost is the chance, or won; Right in the gold is it? Huzza! the hit! The sun will sink and light the west And touch the peaks with crimson glow; Then shadows fill the vale with rest While the stars look peace on all below. In triumph then we take away, And with our prizes homeward wend; Through meadows sweet with new-mown hay, A song exultant will we send.
Authorship:
- by Caroline Alice Elgar, née Roberts (1848 - 1920), "The marksmen" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Edward Elgar, Sir (1857 - 1934), "The marksmen", op. 27 no. 6, first performed 1896 [choral song with piano or orchestra], from From the Bavarian Highlands, no. 6. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Harold Ryan
This text was added to the website: 2009-07-05
Line count: 24
Word count: 128