You hills there by the lovely Doon

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by Wilhelm Christoph Leonhard Gerhard (1780 - 1858)

Translation © by Sharon Krebs

Ihr Hügel dort am schönen Doon

(Sung text for setting by R. Franz)

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Language: German (Deutsch) after the Scottish (Scots)

Our translations: ENG

Ihr Hügel dort am schönen Doon,
Wie könnt ihr nur so üppig blühn?
Wie könnt ihr singen, ihr Vögelein,
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 Lenzesmilde, pflückt' ich hier;
Mein Liebster stahl das Röslein roth,
Und ach! die Dornen ließ er mir.

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

Composition:

Robert Franz

Text Authorship:

by Wilhelm Christoph Leonhard Gerhard (1780 - 1858), "Am Ufer des Doon", page 191, poem No. 108, first published 1840

Based on:

a text in Scottish (Scots) by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796), "The Banks o' Doon", subtitle: "[Second version]"
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This text was added to the website: 2009-09-03
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You hills there by the lovely Doon

(Sung text translation for setting by R. Franz)

See original

Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

You hills there by the lovely Doon,
How can you bloom thus profusely,
How can you sing, you little birds,
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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Based on:

a text in German (Deutsch) by Wilhelm Christoph Leonhard Gerhard (1780 - 1858), "Am Ufer des Doon", page 191, poem No. 108, first published 1840
- Go to the text page.

Based on:

a text in Scottish (Scots) by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796), "The Banks o' Doon", subtitle: "[Second version]"
- Go to the text page.

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This text was added to the website: 2017-02-04
Line count: 16
Word count: 110