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They bore him barefaced on the bier

Language: English

They bore him barefaced on the bier;
Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny;
And in his grave rain'd many a tear:--
Fare you well, my dove!

You must sing a-down a-down,
An you call him a-down-a.
O, how the wheel becomes it! 
It is the false steward, 
that stole his master's daughter.

For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.

And will he not come again?
And will he not come again?
No, no, he is dead:
Go to thy death-bed:
He never will come again.

His beard was as white as snow,
All flaxen was his poll:
He is gone, he is gone,
And we cast away moan:
God ha' mercy on his soul!


Translation(s): FRE GER GER GER GER GER GER GER

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Text added to the website: 2005-12-28 00:00:00.

Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:02:16

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Ils l'ont porté tête nue sur la civière

Language: French (Français) after the English

Ils l'ont porté tête nue sur la civière.
Hey no nonny! nonny hey nonny!
Et sur son tombeau il a plu bien des larmes.
Adieu, mon tourtereau!

À bas ! à bas ! jetez-le à bas!
Oh! comme ce refrain est à propos.
Il s'agit de l'intendant perfide
qui a volé la fille 
de son maître.

Car le bon cher Robin est toute ma joie.

Et ne reviendra-t-il pas?
Et ne reviendra-t-il pas?
Non! Non! il est mort.
Va à ton lit de mort.
Il ne reviendra jamais.

Sa barbe était blanche comme neige,
Toute blonde était sa tête.
Il est parti! il est parti!
Et nous perdons nos cris.
Dieu ait pitié de son âme!


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Text added to the website: 2011-04-09 00:00:00.

Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:04:19

Line count: 20
Word count: 116