Vous, rives escarpées de la belle Doon

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by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Translation © by Guy Laffaille

Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon

(Sung text for setting by P. Grainger)

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Language: Scottish (Scots)

Our translations: FRE IRI

Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon,
  How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair;
How can ye chaunt, ye little birds,
  And I sae weary, fu' o' care!
Thou'lt break my heart, thou warbling bird,
  That warbles thro' the flowering thorn: 
Thou minds me o' departed joys,
  Departed -- never to return!

Aft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon,
  To see the rose and woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sang o' its luve,
  And fondly sae did I o' mine.
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,
  Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree;
But my fause lover staw my rose,
  But, ah! he left the thorn wi' me.

Composition:

Percy Aldridge Grainger

Text Authorship:

by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796), "The Banks o' Doon", subtitle: "[Second version]"

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CZE Czech (Čeština) (Josef Václav Sládek) , "Břehy Doonu"
FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
IRI Irish (Gaelic) [singable] (Gabriel Rosenstock) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this page: John Versmoren

This text was added to the website: 2004-07-11
Line count: 16
Word count: 118

Vous, rives escarpées de la belle Doon

(Sung text translation for setting by P. Grainger)

See original

Language: French (Français) after the Scottish (Scots)

Vous, rives escarpées de la belle Doon,
Comment pouvez-vous fleurir si fraîches et si jolies ?
Comment pouvez-vous chanter, vous, petits oiseaux,
Quand je suis si triste et plein de soucis ?
Tu veux briser mon cœur, oiseau qui gazouille,
Qui chante sur les épines en fleurs,
Tu me rappelles les joies disparues.
Disparues pour ne jamais revenir.

Souvent j'ai erré au bord de la belle Doon,
Dans l'éclat du matin ou du soir
Pour entendre les oiseaux chanter leurs amours
Aussi tendrement que je chantais jadis le mien.
Avec un cœur léger j'ai tendu ma main
Et j'ai cueilli un bouton de rose de l'arbre.
Mais mon fourbe amour a volé la rose
Et m'a laissé les épines.

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This text was added to the website: 2017-02-06
Line count: 16
Word count: 117