Ms. Wood, thanks for the information on "The Sixpence". I've prepared an ABC transcription of the melody from the score in Stanford's The National Song Book. %abc-2.1 X:1 T:It Is Not the Tear C:Text by Thomas Moore, pub. 1810 C:Tune: The Sixpence S:The National Song Book (p. 121); Charles Villiers Stanford, 1906. Only the melody is S:transcribed here. S:The text was published in Moore's _Irish Melodies_, vol. 3 (1810). M:C L:1/8 Q:1/4=92 " Smoothly, and in moderate time." K:Eb !p! (GB) | (c_d) c B G2 (FG) | B2 B2 C2 E F | G2 B G (FA) G F | w: 1.~It* is* not the tear, at this mo-ment shed, When the cold turf has just* been laid E4 E2 (GB) | (c_d) c B G2 F G | B2 B2 C2 E F | G2 B G (FA) G F | w: o'er him, That can tell* how be-lov'd was the friend that's fled, Or how deep in our hearts* we de- E4 E2 E F | "^cresc." G3 B e2 d e | (fe) (de) c2 (BA) | (GB) (cd) e3 d | w: plore him. 'Tis the tear, thro' ma-ny a long* day* wept, 'Tis* life's* whole* path o'er- c4 B2 !p! G B | (c_dc) B G2 (FG) | B2 B2 C2 E F | (G2 B) G (FA) (GF) | E4 HE2 || w: sha-ded; ;Tis the one** re-mem-brance,* fond-ly kept, When all light--er griefs* have* fa-ded. %%vskip 0.25in %%leftmargin 2.5in W: Thus his memory, like some holy light, W: \ Kept alive in our hearts, will improve them, W: For worth shall look fairer, and truth more bright, W: \ When we think how he lived but to love them. W: And as fresher flowers the sod perfume W: \ Where buried saints are lying, W: So our hearts shall borrow a sweetening bloom W: \ From the image he left there in dying!
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