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Auld Rob Morris

Language: Scottish (Scots)

There's auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen,
He's the king of gude fellows, and wale of auld men;
He has gowd in his coffers, he has sheep, he has kine,
And ae bonnie lassie, his darling and mine.
 
She's fresh as the morning, the fairest in May,
She's sweet as the ev'ning amang the new hay;
As blythe and as artless as the lambs on the lea,
And dear to my heart as the light to my e'e.
 
But oh, she's an heiress, auld Robin's a laird,
And my daddie has nought but a cot-house and yard:
A wooer like me maunna hope to come speed;
The wounds I maun hide which will soon be my dead.

The day comes to me, but delight brings me nane;
The night comes to me, but my rest it is gane;
I wander my lane like a night-troubled ghaist,
And I sigh as my heart it wad burst in my breast.

O had she but been of a lower degree,
I then might hae hop'd she wad smil'd upon me!
O, how past descriving had then been my bliss,
As now my distraction no words can express!


Translation(s): FRE

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J. Haydn sets stanzas 1-3, 5

See also this folksong.

Confirmed with The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Cambridge edition, Boston and New York, Houghton Mifflin Company, 1897, page 271.

Glossary

Wons = dwells
Wale = choice
Gowd = gold
Kine = cows
Laird = man of landed property
Cot-house = tied or rented cottage on a farm
Maunna = must not
Descriving = describing

Submitted by Ferdinando Albeggiani and Pierre Mathé

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Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , title 1: "Le vieux Rob Morris", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Text added to the website: 2009-09-02.
Last modified: 2014-08-02 12:40:30
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Word count: 196

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Le vieux Rob Morris

Language: French (Français) after the Scottish (Scots)

Il était le vieux Rob Morris qui habitait le vallon là-bas,
C'est le roi des bons gars et le favori des vieilles gens :
Il a de l'or dans ses coffres,il a des moutons, il a des vaches,
Et une jolie fille, sa chérie et la mienne.

Elle est fraîche comme le matin, la plus belle en mai,
Elle est douce comme le soir dans les foins nouveaux,
Aussi gaie et ingénue que les agneaux sur le pré,
Et chère à mon cœur comme la lumière à mes yeux.

Mais hélas c'est une héritière et le vieux Robin habite un manoir,
Et mon papa n'a qu'une  humble chaumière et une cour !
Un soupirant comme moi ne peut être à la hauteur :
Je dois cacher les blessures qui causeront bientôt ma mort.

Le jour s'approche de moi, mais ne m'apporte aucun plaisir ;
La nuit s'approche de moi, mais mon repos est parti ;
J'erre sur mon chemin comme un fantôme troublé par la nuit,
Et je soupire comme si mon cœur avait éclaté dans ma poitrine.

Ô si elle avait été de plus basse extraction,
Alors j'aurais pu espérer qu'elle m'aurait souri !
Ô ma félicité aurait alors dépassé toute description,
Comme aujourd'hui aucun mot ne peut décrire mon émoi!


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Based on
  • a text in Scottish (Scots) by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796), "Auld Rob Morris"
      • This text was set to music by the following composer(s): Joseph Haydn. Go to the text.

 

Text added to the website: 2014-08-02.
Last modified: 2014-08-02 12:40:57
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Word count: 212