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K:G z2 z3/2 D/2 | B3/4A/4G/2F/2 E/2G/2 D | D/2c/2 A D/2B/2G/2D/2 | w:The shades of night were fal-ling fast, Up-i-dee, Up-i-day! As B3/4A/4G/2F/2 E/2G/2 D | D/2c/2A/2F/2 G z/2 G/2 | w:through an Al-pine vil-lage passed Up-i-dee-i-day! A A3/4G/4D/2D/2 G/2B/2D/2D/2 | c/2B/2A/2G/2 F/2E/2D/2 z/2 | w:youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A ban-ner with the strange de-vice, B/2B/2B/2B/2 B/2B/2 d | c/2c/2 A B/2B/2 G | w:Up-i-dee-i-dee-i-day, Up-i-dee, Up-i-day B/2B/2B/2B/2 B/2B/2d | c/2c/2A/2F/2 G z | w:Up-i-dee-i-dee-i-day, Up-i-dee, I-day A/4A/4A/4A/4A/4A/4A/4A/4 A/4A/4A/4A/4A/4A/4A/4A/4 | A/4A/4A/4A/4A/4A/4A/4A/4 d/2d/2d/2d/2 | w:r * r * r* r* r* r* r* r* r* r* r* r * ya ya ya ya % W: W:1 W:The shades of night were falling fast, Upidee, Upiday! W:As through an Alpine village passed Upidee-i-day! W:A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, W:A banner with the strange device, W: W:ch W:Upidee-i-dee-i-day, Upidee, Upiday W:Upidee-i-dee-i-day, Upidee-i-day! W:r-r-r-r r-r-r-r r-r-r-r Ya Ya Ya Ya W: W:2 W:His brow was sad; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, W:And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, W: W:3 W:In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; W:Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, W: W:4 W:Try not the Pass! the old man said; "Dark lowers the tempest overhead, W:The roaring torrent is deep and wide!" And loud that clarion voice replied, W: W:5 W:Oh stay, the maiden said, "and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!" W:A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered, with a sigh, W: W:6 W:Beware the pine-tree's withered branch! Beware the awful avalanche! W:This was the peasant's last Good-night, A voice replied, far up the height, W: W:7 W:At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard W:Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air, W: W:8 W:A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, W:Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device, W: W:9 W:There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, W:And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell like a falling star,


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