Sir Knight, Sir Knight (Clara Angela Macirone)

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  • (Posted 2023-11-14)  CPDL #77296:     
Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-11-14).   Score information: Letter, 16 pages, 680 kB   Copyright: Personal
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  • (Posted 2019-04-29)  CPDL #54091:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-04-29).   Score information: A4, 7 pages, 119 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Sir Knight, Sir Knight
Composer: Clara Angela Macirone
Lyricist: Friedrich de la Motte Fouqué (translated)

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

First published: 1869 in Novello Part-Song Book (2nd Series), Vol. 2, no. 68
Description: Sinstram’s Song

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Original text and translations

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From Sintram and His Companions
Transl. Rev. Thomas Tracy

1  "Sir Knight, Sir Knight, oh whither away
With thy snow-white sail o'er the foaming spray?"
 Sing heigh, Sing ho, for that land of flowers.
"Too long have I trod upon ice and snow,
I seek the bowers where roses blow."
Sing heigh, Sing ho, for that land of flowers,
Sing heigh, Sing ho!

2  He steered on his course by night and day,
Till he cast his anchor in Naples bay.
 Sing heigh, Sing ho, for that land of flowers.
There wandered a lady upon the strand,
Her fair hair bound with a golden band.
Sing heigh, Sing ho, for that land of flowers,
Sing heigh, Sing ho!

3  "Hail to thee! Hail to thee! Lady bright,
Mine own shalt thou be ere morning light."
Sing heigh, Sing ho, for that land of flowers.
"Not so, Sir Knight," the lady replied,
"For you speak to the Margrave's chosen bride."
Sing heigh, Sing ho, for that land of flowers,
Sing heigh, Sing ho!

4  Then came the young Margrave bold and brave,
But low was he laid in a grassy grave.
Sing heigh, Sing ho, for that land of flowers.
And then the fierce Northman joyously cried,
"Now shall I possess lands, castle and bride."
Sing heigh, Sing ho, for that land of flowers,
Sing heigh, Sing ho!