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We've a bonnie wee flower In a far countrie, In a bright and sunny bower In a far countrie. When the sky is ever fair, And the myrtle scents the air, Of our lovely blossom's there, In a far countrie. There's gold to win and spare In a far countrie, And gems and jewels rare In a far countrie. But the brightest, purest gem, From a fondly cherished stem, Is the flow'ret we could name In a far countrie. May the angels watch the flower In a far countrie, And tent it ev'ry hour In a far countrie. And the night-in-gale's soft song The spicy groves among. Its slumbers shall prolong In a far countrie. We may not cross the main To a far countrie, Nor traverse hill and plain To a far countrie. But when the primrose springs, And the lint white sweetly sings, O we'll welcome home our flower From a far countrie.
Text Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Felix Mendelssohn (1809 - 1847), "We've a bonnie wee flower", 1839, from Six Scottish Folksongs (Sechs schottische Nationallieder), no. 3 [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Nous avons une jolie petite fleur", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 155
Nous avons une jolie petite fleur Dans un pays lointain, Dans une tonnelle ensoleillée Dans un pays lointain. Quand le ciel est toujours beau, Et que la myrte parfume l'air, De notre adorable fleur là-bas, Dans un pays lointain. Il y a de l'or à gagner et à épargner Dans un pays lointain, Et des gemmes et des joyaux rares Dans un pays lointain. Mais la gemme la plus brillante et la plus pure, D'une tige tendrement chérie, Est la petite fleur que nous pourrions désigner Dans un pays lointain. Puissent les anges surveiller la fleur Dans un pays lointain, Et veiller sur elle chaque heure Dans un pays lointain. Et le doux chant du rossignol Parmi les bosquets odorants. Son sommeil se prolongera Dans un pays lointain. Nous ne pouvons pas traverser l'océan Vers un pays lointain, Ni aller à travers colline et plaine Vers un pays lointain. Mais quand la primevère jaillira, Et la linotte doucement chantera, Oh, nous accueillerons notre fleur D'un pays lointain.
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- Translation from English to French (Français) copyright © 2010 by Guy Laffaille, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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- a text in English from Volkslieder (Folksongs)
This text was added to the website: 2010-08-28
Line count: 32
Word count: 167