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Robert Lucas Pearsall
(1795 - 1856)
Adieu! my native shore
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Pearsall's marriage of Byron's words with the tune (adapted) of Heinrich Isaac's "Innsbruck ich muss dich lassen".
Lyrics: George Byron, 6th Baron Byron
Adieu, adieu! my native shore
Fades o'er the waters blue;
The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar,
And shrieks the wild sea-mew.
Yon sun that sets upon the sea
We follow in his flight;
Farewell awhile to him and thee,
My native land, good night.
With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly go
Athwart the foaming brine;
Nor care what land thou bear'st me to,
So not again to mine.
Welcome, welcome, ye blue waves,
And when you fail my sight,
Welcome, ye deserts, and ye caves,
My native land, good night.
Adieu, adieu! my native shore
Fades o'er the waters blue;
The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar,
And shrieks the wild sea-mew.
Yon sun that sets upon the sea
We follow in his flight;
Farewell awhile to him and thee,
My native land, good night.
With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly go
Athwart the foaming brine;
Nor care what land thou bear'st me to,
So not again to mine.
Welcome, welcome, ye blue waves,
And when you fail my sight,
Welcome, ye deserts, and ye caves,
My native land, good night.