English translations of 6 Lieder von R. Burns für Tenor oder Sopran, opus 3

by Hubert Ferdinand Kufferath (1818 - 1896)

1. O Eppie, mein Leben!  [sung text not yet checked]
by Hubert Ferdinand Kufferath (1818 - 1896), "O Eppie, mein Leben!", op. 3 (6 Lieder von R. Burns für Tenor oder Sopran) no. 1, published 1841 [ tenor or soprano and piano ], Leipzig, Breitkopf und Härtel
Language: German (Deutsch) 
  O Eppie, mein Leben! 
Mein Kleinod, mein Streben! 
Wer möchte nicht leben
  Mit Eppie Adair? 
Dir weih' ich, o Liebe, 
Die zärtlichsten Triebe,
Die treueste Liebe, 
  Mein' Eppie Adair! 

O Eppie, mein Leben! 
Mein Kleinod, mein Streben! 
Wer möchte nicht leben 
  Mit Eppie Adair? 
Mich quäle die Lüge 
Mit Marter und Rüge,
Wenn je ich betrüge
  Mein' Eppie Adair!

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Confirmed with Robert Burns' Gedichte von W. Gerhard, Leipzig, Verlag von Johann Ambr. Barth, 1841, page 136.


by Wilhelm Christoph Leonhard Gerhard (1780 - 1858)
1. Oh Eppie, my life!
Language: English 
  Oh Eppie, my life!
My treasure, my striving!
Who would not like to live
  With Eppie Adair?
Oh dear one, I dedicate to you
The most tender urges,
The most faithful love,
  My Eppie Adair!

  Oh Eppie, my life!
My treasure, my striving!
Who would not like to live
  With Eppie Adair?
May lies torture me
With agony and rebuke,
If ever I should betray
  My Eppie Adair!

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"O Eppie, mein Leben!" = "Oh Eppie, my life!"
"Eppie Adair" = "Eppie Adair"



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2. Mich zieht es nach dem Dorfe hin   [sung text not yet checked]
by Hubert Ferdinand Kufferath (1818 - 1896), "Mich zieht es nach dem Dorfe hin ", op. 3 (6 Lieder von R. Burns für Tenor oder Sopran) no. 2, published 1841 [ tenor or soprano and piano ], Leipzig, Breitkopf und Härtel
Language: German (Deutsch) 
  Mich zieht es nach dem [Dorfe]1 hin,
In's Gärtchen, wo sie oft erschien;
Mich zieht es nach dem [Dorfe]1 hin
Und meiner süßen, holden Jean!
Und Niemand wisse, ahne kaum,
Woher ich kam, wohin ich geh',
Als Liebchen, das ich dort am Baum
Verstohlen meiner harren seh'.

  Ja, zu der Eiche wird sie gehn,
Wohin wir heimlich uns bestellt. --
Wie doch bei jedem Wiedersehn
Mein Liebchen doppelt mir gefällt!
Mich zieht es nach dem [Dorfe]1 hin,
In's Gärtchen, wo sie oft erschien:
Mich zieht es nach dem [Dorfe]1 hin,
[Zu]2 meiner süßen, holden Jean!

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Confirmed with Robert Burns’ Gedichte, deutsch von W. Gerhard, Leipzig: Verlag von Joh. Ambr. Barth., 1840, page 223

1 Dresel, Schumann: "Dörfchen"
2 Dresel: "Und"

by Wilhelm Christoph Leonhard Gerhard (1780 - 1858)
2.
Language: English 
  I am drawn to the [village]1,
Into the garden where she oft appeared;
I am drawn to the [village]1
And to my sweet Jean!
And no one must know, barely even suspect,
Whence I came, wither I go,
But my darling, whom I see by yonder tree,
Secretly waiting for me.

  Yes, to the oak tree she shall go,
Where we agreed to meet secretly.--
Every time we meet again
How she delights me twice as much!
I am drawn to the [village]1,
Into the garden where she oft appeared;
I am drawn to the [village]1
[To]2 my sweet, lovely Jean!

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"Mich zieht es nach dem Dorfe hin" = "I am drawn to the village"
"Mich zieht es nach dem Dörfchen hin" = "I am drawn to the little village"
"Heimliches Wiedersehen" = "Secret rendezvous"

1 Dresel, Schumann: "little village"
2 Dresel: "And to"


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3. Ihr Hügel dort am schönen Doon   [sung text not yet checked]
by Hubert Ferdinand Kufferath (1818 - 1896), "Ihr Hügel dort am schönen Doon ", op. 3 (6 Lieder von R. Burns für Tenor oder Sopran) no. 3, published 1841 [ tenor or soprano and piano ], Leipzig, Breitkopf und Härtel
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Ihr Hügel dort am schönen Doon,
Wie könnt ihr nur so üppig blühn?
Wie könnt ihr singen, [Vögelein]1,
Da Sorgen mir im Busen glühn?
Vernehm' ich euren muntern Sang,
Durchbebt es meine wunde Brust;
Und flattert ihr durch grünes Laub,
Denk' ich vergangner süßer Lust.

An deinem Ufer streift' ich, Doon;
Waldreb' und Rose freuten mich,
Von Liebe sang das Vögelein,
Von meiner Liebe sang auch ich.
Und eine Rose, frisch erblüht
In [Lenzes Milde]2, pflückt' ich hier;
Mein Liebster stahl das Röslein roth,
Und ach! die Dornen ließ er mir.

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Confirmed with Robert Burns' Gedichte von W. Gerhard, Leipzig, Verlag von Johann Ambr. Barth, 1841, page 191.

1 Franz: "ihr Vögelein"
2 Franz: "Lenzesmilde"

by Wilhelm Christoph Leonhard Gerhard (1780 - 1858)
3.
Language: English 
You hills there by the lovely Doon,
How can you bloom thus profusely,
How can you sing, [little birds]1,
When anxieties burn in my bosom?
When I hear your merry song,
My wounded breast trembles through and through;
And when you flutter through the green foliage
I think of sweet joys that are no more.

On your shore I wandered, Doon,
Woodbine and rose delighted me,
The little bird sang of love,
I sang of my love as well.
And a rose, newly opened
In the mildness of spring, I picked here;
My lover stole the little red rose from me,
And alas! left me with the thorns.

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"Ihr Hügel dort am schönen Doon" = "You hills there by the lovely Doon"
"Am Ufer des Doon " = "On the shore of Loch Doon"

1 Franz: "you little birds"


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4. Früh mit der Lerche Sang   [sung text not yet checked]
by Hubert Ferdinand Kufferath (1818 - 1896), "Früh mit der Lerche Sang ", op. 3 (6 Lieder von R. Burns für Tenor oder Sopran) no. 4, published 1841 [ tenor or soprano and piano ], Leipzig, Breitkopf und Härtel
Language: German (Deutsch) 
  Früh mit der Lerche Sang
Wandert' ich weit,
Schlürfte was Wies' entlang
Labung verleiht.
Heiter und goldenrein --
Rief ich -- wie Lenzes Schein,
Möge dein Morgen sein,
Liebliche Maid!
 
  [Mich haben Vöglein dort
Singend erfreut,
Blumen am stillen Ort
Duft mir gestreut.]1
Wie aus bethautem Grün
Knospen der Rose glühn,
Soll deine Jugend blühn,
Liebliche Maid!
 
  [Girrende Taube fliegt
Frei durch die Heid';
Falk in der Schlinge liegt,
Schafft nicht mehr Leid.]2
Treffe sein Mißgeschick
Ihn, der mit Wort und Blick
Trübte dein stilles Glück,
Liebliche Maid!

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Confirmed with Robert Burns’ Gedichte, deutsch von W. Gerhard, Leipzig: Verlag von Joh. Ambr. Barth., 1840, pages 266-267

1 Hanslick: "Vögelein schmetterten/ Froh durch die Luft,/ Reizender Blumenflor/ Streute mir Duft."
2 Hanslick: "Falk in der Schlinge liegt,/ Schafft nicht mehr Leid;/ Girrende Taube fliegt/ Frei durch die Heid'."

by Wilhelm Christoph Leonhard Gerhard (1780 - 1858)
4.
Language: English 
  Early with the singing of the lark
I wandered far,
I imbibed that which along the meadow
Offers refreshment.
Merry and goldenly pure --
I called -- as the radiance of spring
May your morning be,
Lovely maiden!
 
  Little birds there have
Made me happy with their singing,
Flowers in quiet places
Have scattered scent for me.
As out of dewy green
The buds of the rose glow,
Thus may your youth bloom,
Lovely maiden!
 
  Cooing dove flies
Freely through the heath;
The falcon is caught in the snare
And causes no more grief.
May his misfortune strike
Him, who with word or glance,
Would becloud your quiet happiness,
Lovely maiden!

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Translated titles:
"Liebliche Maid" = "Lovely maiden"
"Früh mit der Lerche Sang" = "Early with the singing of the lark"


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5. So trieb sie mich denn grausam fort   [sung text not yet checked]
by Hubert Ferdinand Kufferath (1818 - 1896), "So trieb sie mich denn grausam fort ", op. 3 (6 Lieder von R. Burns für Tenor oder Sopran) no. 5, published 1841 [ tenor or soprano and piano ], Leipzig, Breitkopf und Härtel
Language: German (Deutsch) 
So trieb sie mich denn grausam fort 
In fernes Land, so weit von hier; 
Ich wandre still von Ort zu Ort,
Und Liebchen ist so weit von hier! 
Wann find' ich den ersehnten Port,
Nach irrem Pfad, so weit von hier?
Wann tönt mir wieder tröstlich Wort 
Aus schönem Mund, so weit von hier?

Wo schlüge wohl ein treuer Herz 
Für sie, für sie, so weit von hier? 
Was stillte je der Sehnsucht Schmerz
Nach ihr, nach ihr, so weit von hier?
Die Blicke schweifen abendwärts 
In's Vaterland, so weit von hier;
Mich fliehet Lust, mich fliehet Scherz,
Denn sie -- ach! sie -- ist weit von hier!

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by Wilhelm Christoph Leonhard Gerhard (1780 - 1858)
5.
Language: English 
Thus she cruelly drove me away
Into a distant land, so far from here;
I wander silently from place to place,
And my beloved is so far from here!
When shall I find the longed-for harbour,
After [wandering] a bewildering path, so far from here?
When shall a comforting word from 
A lovely pair of lips sound for me, so far from here?

Where would beat a more faithful heart
For her, for her so far from here?
What would ever still the pain of longing
For her, for her, so far from here?
My gaze turns westward
To my homeland, so far from here;
Joy flees me, jests flee me
For she -- ah! she -- is far from here!

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Translations of title(s):
"So trieb sie mich denn grausam fort" = "Thus she cruelly drove me away"
"So weit von hier! " = "So far from here!"



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6. Einen Kuß noch, eh' wir scheiden  [sung text not yet checked]
by Hubert Ferdinand Kufferath (1818 - 1896), "Einen Kuß noch, eh' wir scheiden", op. 3 (6 Lieder von R. Burns für Tenor oder Sopran) no. 6, published 1841 [ tenor or soprano and piano ], Leipzig, Breitkopf und Härtel
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Einen Kuß noch, eh' wir scheiden, 
Und ein Lebewohl uns Beiden! 
Meines Herzens banges Sehnen
Hat nur Seufzer, hat nur Thränen.
Trübe Leid das Auge nimmer,
Dem noch blinkt ein Hoffnungsschimmer! 
Mir, ach! wird er nimmer blinken;
Muß in Nacht und Trauer sinken.

Doch wer tadelt, was geschehen?
Konnt' ich Nancy widerstehen? 
Fühlt' ich mich nicht gleich getrieben,
Sie und ewig sie zu lieben? 
Liebten wir uns nicht so innig, 
Herzten wir uns nicht so minnig, 
Hätten wir uns nie gesehen,
Fühlten wir nicht Herzenswehen.
 
Lebe wohl, du einzig Eine! 
Lebe wohl, du Engelreine! 
Blühe Glück auf deinen Wegen,
Lust und Wonne, Lieb' und Segen! 
Einen Kuß noch, eh wir scheiden,
Und ein Lebewohl uns Beiden! 
Meiner Seele banges Sehnen
Hat nur Seufzer, hat nur Thränen.

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by Wilhelm Christoph Leonhard Gerhard (1780 - 1858)
6.
Language: English 
A kiss yet before we part,
And a farewell for the two of us!
The anxious yearning of my heart
Brings forth nothing but sighs, nothing but tears.
May sorrow never dull the eye
That still sees a gleam of hope!
For me, ah! it shall never gleam;
I must sink into night and mourning.

But who may reproach that which has happened?
Could I resist Nancy?
Did I not immediately feel myself driven
To love her, and to love her forever?
Did we not love each other so fervently,
Did we not embrace so lovingly,
If we had never set eyes on each other
We would not be feeling such pain in our hearts.

Farewell, you singular one!
Farewell, you angelically pure one!
May good fortune bloom upon your pathways,
Joy and bliss, love and blessings!
A kiss yet before we part,
And a farewell for the two of us!
The anxious yearning of my heart
Brings forth nothing but sighs, nothing but tears.

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Translations of title(s):
"Lebewohl" = "Farewell"
"Einen Kuss noch eh' wir scheiden" = "A kiss yet before we part"



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