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Six Irish Folksongs, Op. 78: No. 6, Oh, The Sight Entrancing
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Sixteen
The Sixteen
Choir
Harry Christophers
Harry Christophers
Chorus Director
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sir Charles Villiers Stanford
Sir Charles Villiers Stanford
Composer

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Oh, the sight entrancing,
When morning's beam is glancing
O'er files array'd
With helm and blade,
And plumes in the gay wind dancing!
When hearts are beating,
And the trumpet's voice repeating
That song, whose breath
May lead to death,
But never to retreating.
Then, if a cloud comes over
The brow of sire or lover,
Think tis the shade
By Vict'ry made,
Whose wings right o'er us hover.
Oh, that sight entrancing,
When morning's beam is glancing
O'er files array'd
With helm and blade,
And plumes in the gay wind dancing!
Yet 'tis not helm or feather
For ask yon despot, whether
His plumed bands
Could bring such hands
And hearts as ours together.
Leave pomps to those who need 'em,
Give man but heart and freedom,
And proud he braves
The gaudiest slaves,
That crawl where monarchs lead 'em.
The sword may pierce the beaver,
Stone walls in time may sever,
'Tis mind alone,
Worth steel and stone,
That keeps men free for ever.
Oh, that sight entrancing,
When morning's beam is glancing
O'er files arrayed
With helm and blade,
In Freedom's cause advancing!
Written by: Sir Charles Villiers Stanford

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