Texts by R. Newmarch set in Art Songs and Choral Works
Texts set in art song or choral works (not necessarily comprehensive):
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- A modern Greek song () - N. O'Neill [x]
- At the red of the dawn DUT FRE GER SPA (The lilacs) -
- Belehrad, Belehrad, now thou art Turkish spoil!
- Darling Nan, darling Nan, please don't cough
- Death on the hills (Why o'er the dark'ning hill-slopes) - E. Elgar, N. O'Neill
- Dreams all too brief - E. Elgar
- Hardly had I join'd the colours
- If thro' all the wide, wide world you were to rove
- In Saint Nich'las regiment to the war my dear love went
- Like the clear moon shining shall be the maiden
- Love's tempest (Silent lay the sapphire ocean) - E. Elgar
- Mother said: "My daughter, drive our geese to water
- Nail'd above in the sky, see, the moon shines afar
- Once soar'd a bird, over cloudland flying
- Out Mat went off to Malaciek, for to thresh some barley
- Say, who is the owner of those sheep on the hill?
- Say, whose field is this, left unplough'd and fallow?
- Serenade (Dreams all too brief) - E. Elgar
- Set, o sun, behind the trees, now the day is over
- Silent lay the sapphire ocean - E. Elgar
- Since the soaring falcon never
- The clack and the tap of sabots (The clack and the tap of sabots)
- The first time you appear'd to me (The first time you appear'd to me)
- The hush of evening in the village (The hush of evening in the village !)
- The lilacs (At the red of the dawn) DUT FRE GER SPA
- There soars a goose with white feathers, swiftly flying
- When you come () - N. O'Neill [x]
- While you are fast asleep, no doubt (While you are fast asleep, no doubt)
- Why o'er the dark'ning hill-slopes - E. Elgar, N. O'Neill
- You could not guess, my dear, on Sunday (You could not guess) -
- You could not guess (You could not guess, my dear, on Sunday)
- You will live in a white-wash'd cottage (You will live in a white-wash'd cottage)
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