by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)
Translation by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Where Cart rins rowing to the sea
Language: Scottish (Scots) 
Our translations:  FRE
Where Cart rins rowing to the sea,
By mony a flow'r and spreading tree,
There lives a lad, the lad for me,
He is a gallant [weaver]1.
 
Oh I had wooers eight or nine,
They gied me rings and ribbons fine;
And I was fear'd my heart wou'd tine,
And I gied it to the [weaver]1.
 
My daddie sign'd my tocher band,
To gi'e the lad that has the land,
But to my heart I'll add my hand,
And gi'e it to the [weaver]1.
 
While birds rejoice in leafy bowers;
While bees delight in opening flowers;
While corn grows green in [simmer]2 showers,
I love my gallant [weaver]1.

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Confirmed with Robert Burns, The Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Humphrey Milford, Oxford University Press, 1919, page 421.

Glossary
Ayont = beyond
Rowing = rolling
Tine = be lost
Tocher band = marriage settlement, dowry

1 Haydn: "sailor"
2 Haydn: "summer"

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • CZE Czech (Čeština) (Jaroslav Vrchlický) , "Dvorný tkadlec"
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "La vieille femme près du feu", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Research team for this page: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Ferdinando Albeggiani , Pierre Mathé [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2009-09-02
Line count: 16
Word count: 108

Language: German (Deutsch)  after the Scottish (Scots) 
Da wo der Fluss zum Meere fliesst,
wo manche schöne Blume spriesst,
da wohnt er, den mein Herz geniesst,
da wohnt ein schöner Weber.

Der Freier hatt‘ ich an die neun
mit Geld und Gut und Edelstein
so wollten um mein Herz sie frein,
ich schenkte es dem Weber.

Der Vater gab sein Wort zum Pfand
dem, der besass das meiste Land.
Nicht ohne Herz geb ich die Hand,
ich gebe sie dem Weber.

So lang noch eine Blume spriesst,
so lang die saat in Aehren schiesst,
so lang‘ mein Herz den Lenz geniesst
werd‘ lieben ich den Weber.

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This text was added to the website: 2016-02-23
Line count: 16
Word count: 99