My song is of the sturdy North Whose hills are brown with heather, Where countless flow’rs in spring peep forth In spite of wind and weather. The tufted larch is tipped with red Where late the sun caressed her, But now she bows her stately head Before the keen Norwester. Here fitful gleams the waves display That thunder on the shingle, There lake and torrent far away In liquid music mingle. Give me the misty mountain land By ghosts of heros haunted, With one I love at my right hand, To face the world undaunted.
- by Harold Boulton, Sir (1859 - 1935) [author's text not yet checked 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 German (1862 - 1936), " My song is of the sturdy North", published 1898 [ voice and piano ], J. B. Cramer [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this text: John Glenn Paton [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2019-11-28
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