Awake, awake, Fianna! For through the shadows, see, Great Oscur is hosting hither Beneath the red rowan tree. And as we march to meet him, The minstrels together raise On joyful harp and tympan The mighty Oscur's praise. For height and might of stature, A giant he stands rockfast, And yet his foot for fleetness Out-runneth the Autumn blast. His eyes are earnest azure, His laughter a peal of pearls; The coolun round his shoulders A rain of ruddy curls. Behold, behold, his chariot Is bursting amid the foe! Oh, hark ! his dread spear hurtles; Their leader in blood lies low, A bard of bards is Oscur, The moulder of mellow words, A minstrel true is Oscur Among the chiming chords.
- by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931) [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 Charles Villiers Stanford, Sir (1852 - 1924), "Awake, awake Fianna", published [1882?] [voice and piano], from the collection Songs of Old Ireland. A Collection of Fifty Irish Melodies Unknown in England, no. 3, arrangement ; London, Boosey & Co. ; dedicated to Johannes Brahms, August 1882 [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Mike Pearson
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