by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)
Translation by Josef Václav Sládek (1845 - 1912)

Auld Rob Morris
Language: Scottish (Scots) 
Available translation(s): FRE
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!

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

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

  • CZE Czech (Čeština) (Josef Václav Sládek) , "Starý Rob Morris"
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Le vieux Rob Morris", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Research team for this text: Ferdinando Albeggiani , Pierre Mathé [Guest Editor]

Text added to the website: 2009-09-02 00:00:00
Last modified: 2017-10-11 12:39:24
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Starý Rob Morris
Language: Czech (Čeština)  after the Scottish (Scots) 
Je starý Rob Morris tam v údolí živ,
král všech dobrých lidí a bodrosti div,
zlato má v truhlách, brav tuk jen a lůj,
a hezoučkou dcerku, svůj poklad i můj.

Je svěží jak jitro v májový den,
milá jak večer u skosených sen,
nevinná jako beruška z lad,
jak světlo svých očí, tak já ji mám rád.

Však starý Rob Morris je vznešený pán,
má zámek, — můj otec jen chudičký lán;
takový ženich tam nemůže jít
a smrtelnou ránu jen musím krýt.

Přichází ráno a žalost jen mám,
přichází večer a klid můj ten tam;
tak srdce mi puká, když zajdu si v luh,
a chodím nocí, jak obchází duch.

Ó kdyby jen prostší byl její stav,
úsměvem jejím hned bych byl zdráv,
jako kdo z lidí bych blažen byl hned
a k smrti tak smutný by nebyl mi svět.

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Text added to the website: 2019-08-11 00:00:00
Last modified: 2019-08-11 17:19:38
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Word count: 142