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Cro Challin

Language: English after the Scots Gaelic

My Colin, lov'd Colin, my Colin, my dear,
Who wont the wild mountains to trace without fear;
O where are thy flocks, that so swiftly rebound,
And fly o'er the heath without touching the ground?
O were I as fleet as the wings of the wind,
In chace of the roes when springing, Love,
At the sound of your voice I wou'd loiter behind,
So sweet is the charm of your singing, Love.
I heard it, I fear'd it, I knew that soft charm
Wou'd slacken my speed, and enervate my arm;
The deer, drawing near, now no more in alarm,
Through brakes in the woods are springing, Love.

J. Haydn sets lines 1-4 in (at least) one setting - see below for more information

Note: Cro Challin = Cattle of Colin

Submitted by Ferdinando Albeggiani


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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

Text added to the website: 2009-07-05.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:03:17
Line count: 12
Word count: 109

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