Language: Scottish (Scots)
Our lords are to the mountains gane,
A hunting o' the fallow deer;
And they ha'e gripet Hughie Graham,
For stealing o' the Bishop's mare.
And they hae tied him hand and foot,
And led him up thro' Stirling town;
The lads and lasses met him there,
Cried, Hughie Graham thou art a loun.
They've ta'en him to the gallows knowe,
He looked to the gallows tree,
Yet never colour left his cheek,
Nor ever did he blin' his ee.
At length he looked round about
To see whatever he could spy,
And there he saw his auld father,
And he was weeping bitterly.
O haud your tongue my father dear,
And wi' your weeping let it be;
Thy weeping's fairer on my heart
Than a' that they can do to me:
And ye may tell my kith and kin,
I never did disgrace their blood;
And when they meet the Bishop's cloak,
To mak it shorter by the hood.
List of language codes
Gripet = seized, apprehended
Loun = rascal, rogue
Knowe = small round hillock
Kith and kin = friends and relations
Submitted by Ferdinando Albeggiani
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Hughie Graham", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Text added to the website: 2013-03-25.
Last modified: 2014-07-28 11:30:22
Line count: 24
Word count: 160
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Language: French (Français) after the Scottish (Scots)
Nos seigneurs sont allés dans les montagnes
Chasser le daim ;
Et ils ont arrêté Hughie Graham,
Pour avoir volé la jument de l'évêque.
Et ils lui ont lié mains et pieds,
Et conduit à la ville de Stirling;
Les gars et les filles l'ont rejoint là,
Criant, « Hughie Graham, tu es un vaurien ».
Ils l'ont conduit à la butte aux gibets,
Il regardait la potence,
Pourtant jamais ses joues ne perdirent couleurs
Jamais il ne voila ses yeux.
Il regarda longuement alentour
Pour voir ce qu'il pourrai discerner,
Et là, il vit son vieux père,
Et il pleura amèrement.
Ô retient ta langue, mon cher père,
Et laisse couler tes larmes ;
Tes pleurs sont plus chers à mon cœur
Que tout ce qu'ils peuvent me faire :
Et tu peux dire à mes amis et mes parents
Que jamais je n'ai trahi leur sang ;
Et s'il rencontrent la cape de l'évêque,
Qu'ils la raccourcissent de la capuche.
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- a text in Scottish (Scots) by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)
- This text was set to music by the following composer(s): Joseph Haydn. Go to the text.
Text added to the website: 2019-04-04.
Last modified: 2019-04-04 11:19:50
Line count: 24
Word count: 162