The burning Iroquois / words by Mathew Goodwin music by Edward Stanley
| Title | The burning Iroquois / words by Mathew Goodwin music by Edward Stanley |
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| Subject | Iroquois Theater (Chicago, Ill.) -- Fire, 1903 -- Songs and music |
| Songs with piano | |
| Description | For voice and piano |
| Caption title | |
| Written in memory of the fire of the Iroquois Theatre, Chicago, December 30, 1903 | |
| Cover photo of the Iroquois Theatre | |
| Back cover: Excerpts of The choir boy, Salvation, That old sweet bye and bye, and A chain with a broken link | |
| Creator | Stanley, Edward |
| Source | Sheet Music Collection; Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives; University Libraries; Bowling Green State University |
| Publisher | Chicago : McKinley Music Co. |
| Date | 1904 |
| Contributor | Goodwin, Mathew. Lyricist. |
| Rights |
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| Format | Sheet music |
| Published works | |
| image/jpeg | |
| Type | Image |
| Text | |
| Identifier | SMC 01318 |
| https://digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/32698 | |
| Alternative Title | First line of text: Scene was one of splendor and the op'ra house was filled;First line of chorus: Scene that I beheld that day I never can forget |
| References | http://maurice.bgsu.edu/record=b2346943~S9 |
VERSE 01: The scene was one of splendor and the op’ra house was filled,/And Christmastide had scarcely passed away/The sweethearts, wives and children came,/Their merry hearts were thrilled,/When they beheld the grandeur of the play/But hark! A cry of fire is heard!/Each face is bleached with fear,/The flames now leap with power to destroy,/Oh, give us strength to save the darlings whom we hold so dear,/Is heard within the burning Iroquois CHORUS: The scene that I beheld that day I never can forget./The playhouse a Babylon of joy/But tonight we’re bowed in sorrow,/With a longing and regret,/For the loved ones in the burning Iroquois VERSE 02: I held my breath in silence as I scanned each eager face,/As hurriedly within the surging throng/A father or a husband came,/And plainly I could trace,/His anguish as he quickly passed along/what cry is that? A woman’s voice!/Oh, God! It cannot be!/My wife! My child! Is heard above the stir/’Tis just another gone to join the angels who rejoice,/Where comfort, rest and peace will come to her | |
| Original Format | 1 score (6 pages) 35 cm |
