Swansea Town (Gustav Holst)

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  • (Posted 2023-11-02)  CPDL #76920:     
Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-11-02).   Score information: Letter, 12 pages, 644 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes:
  • (Posted 2020-07-13)  CPDL #59727:     
Editor: Douglas Walczak (submitted 2020-07-13).   Score information: Letter, 7 pages, 111 kB   Copyright: Personal
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  • (Posted 2016-04-15)  CPDL #39325:       
Editor: Peter Kaplan (submitted 2016-04-15).   Score information: Letter, 8 pages, 3.13 MB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: With piano reduction for rehearsal only.

General Information

Title: Swansea Town
Composer: George Barnet Gardiner
Arranger: Gustav Holst
Lyricist: Anonymous

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB, with occasional Soprano divisi
Genre: SecularFolksong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1917 in Six Choral Folksongs (Gustav Holst), no. 2
Description: Arrangement of a folk song collected by George Barnet Gardiner

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Original text and translations

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1 Oh! Farewell to you, my Nancy, ten thousand times adieu,
I'm bound to cross the ocean, girl, once more to part with you;
Once more to part from you, fine girl, you're the girl that I adore,
But still I live in hopes to see old Swansea Town once more.

2 Oh! It's now that I am out to sea, and you are far behind,
Kind letters I will write to you of the secrets of my mind;
The secrets of my mind, fine, girl, you're the girl that I adore,
But still I live in hopes to see old Swansea Town once more.

3 Oh now the storm it's rising, I can see it coming on,
The night so dark as anything, we cannot see the moon;
Our good old ship she is toss'd aft, our rigging is all tore
But still I live in hopes to see old Swansea Town once more.

4 Oh, it's now the storm is over and we are safe on shore,
We'll drink strong drinks and brandies too to the girls that we adore;
To the girls that we adore, fine girls, we'll make this tavern roar,
And when our money is all gone, we'll go to sea for more.