by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)
Again rejoicing Nature sees
Language: Scottish (Scots)
Our translations: FRE
Again rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues, ; Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep'd in morning dews. Refrain : And maun I still on Menie doat, And bear the scorn that 's in her e'e ? For it's jet, jet black, an' it's like a hawk, An' it winna let a body be! In vain to me the cowslips blaw, In vain to me the vi'lets spring ; In vain to me in glen or shaw, The mavis and the lintwhite sing. Refrain : And maun I still on Menie doat, And bear the scorn that 's in her e'e ? For it's jet, jet black, an' it's like a hawk, An' it winna let a body be! The merry ploughboy cheers his team, Wi' joy the tentie seedsman stalks; But life to me's a weary dream, A dream of ane that never wauks. Refrain : And maun I still on Menie doat, And bear the scorn that 's in her e'e ? For it's jet, jet black, an' it's like a hawk, An' it winna let a body be! The wanton coot the water skims, Amang the reeds the ducklings cry, The stately swan majestic swims, And ev'ry thing is blest but I. Refrain : And maun I still on Menie doat, And bear the scorn that 's in her e'e ? For it's jet, jet black, an' it's like a hawk, An' it winna let a body be! The sheep-herd steeks his faulding slap, And o'er the moorlands whistles shill ; Wi' wild, unequal, wand'ring step, I meet him on the dewy hill. Refrain : And maun I still on Menie doat, And bear the scorn that 's in her e'e ? For it's jet, jet black, an' it's like a hawk, An' it winna let a body be! And when the lark 'tween light and dark, Blythe waukens by the daisy's side, And mounts and sings on flitt'ring wings, A wae-worn ghaist I hameward glide. Refrain : And maun I still on Menie doat, And bear the scorn that 's in her e'e ? For it's jet, jet black, an' it's like a hawk, An' it winna let a body be! Come, Winter, with thine angry howl, And raging bend the naked tree; Thy gloom will soothe my cheerless soul, When Nature all is sad like me! Refrain : And maun I still on Menie doat, And bear the scorn that 's in her e'e ? For it's jet, jet black, an' it's like a hawk, An' it winna let a body be!
J. Haydn sets stanzas 1-3, 5-7
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View text with all available footnotesConfirmed with The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Cambridge edition, Boston and New York, Houghton Mifflin Company, 1897, page 77.
1 omitted by HaydnGlossary:
Shaw = woody grove by a water sideMavis = trush
Lintwhite = linnet
Tentie = cautious
Wauks = wakens
Steeks = closes
Slap = gate to the sheep-fold
Text Authorship:
- by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796), "Composed in Spring" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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