Historic Sheet Music Collection

Document Type

Score

Publication Date

1840

Comments

Who has not marked when the sun was high. With the Recitative The Ice Alp. as sung by Mr. Wilson, in the Grand Opera Amilie, or The love test. The words by J.T. Haines, music by W.M. Rooke. New York, Firth & Hall, 1 Franklin square.

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Abstract

The Ice clad Alp no hunter's heart appals,
while he in mem'ry hears love's cheering voice.
Behold the Chasm! behold the chasm!
deep, deep the awful gulph!
death howls below, death howls below;
he fears not, he fears not,
while love smile, while love smiles,
he fears not,
while love smiles, while love smiles,
he fears not.

Who has not mark'd, when the sun was high,
The hunter linger the lone cot by,
With his rifle in hand and his bugle slung,
As if to that cottage his hearts hope clung
As if to that cottage his heart's hope clung his heart's hope clung
There he but waits for his young love's smile
The dangers and toils of the chase be guile,
There he but waits for his young love's smile
The dangers and toils of the chase of the chase to be guile.

Who has not mark'd, when the sun was high,
The hunter linger the lone cot by,
With his rifle in hand and his bugle slung,
As if to that cottage his hearts hope clung,
As if to that cottage, as if to that cottage his hearts hope clung...

Who has not mark'd the latice part,
And a smile beam forth from the hunter's heart,
When his arm grown strong bore his rifle high,
As he gaz'd on her laughing and sparkling eye,
As he gaz'd on her laughing and sparkling eye,
Loud his bugle rends the air
from rock to rock he's bounding,
His leap with the Chamo is may compare,
Tho' death his steps surrounding,
Tho' death his steps surrounding
Bold is his heart for her knows her truth,
Strong are his limbs with the hopes of youth,
For the smile from her glowing face above
Told a tale a tale of love return'd for love.

Who has not mark'd, when the sun was high,
The hunter linger the lone cot by,
With his rifle in hand, and his bugle slung,
As if to that cottage his heart's hope clung,
As if to that cottage as if to that cottage his hearts hope clung
Then arouse thee, brave Jager, and away to the hills!
arouse! arouse! arouse! arouse!
and away, away, away, away, to the hills!
away, away, away, away, to the hills!

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