Mène les brebis sur les hauteurs

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by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Translation © by Pierre Mathé

Ca' the yowes

(Sung text for setting by R. Vaughan Williams)

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Language: Scottish (Scots)

Our translations: FRE

Ca' the yowes tae the knowes,
  Ca' them whar the heather grows,
Ca' them whar the burnie rows,
  My bonnie dearie.

Hark, the mavis' e'enin' sang,
Soundin' Cluden's woods amang;
Then a fauldin' let us gang,
  My bonnie dearie.

 ... 

Fair and lovely as thou art,
Thou hast stol'n my very heart;
I can die, but canna part,
  My bonnie Dearie.

While waters wimple to the sea,
While day blinks in the lift sae hie
Till death shall blin' my e'e
  Ye shall be my dearie.

Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-2,4-5 of the original text.

Composition:

Ralph Vaughan Williams

Text Authorship:

by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

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FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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Mène les brebis

(Sung text translation for setting by R. Vaughan Williams)

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

Mène les brebis sur les hauteurs,
   Mène-les où pousse la bruyère,
Mène-les où coule le ruisseau,
    Ma belle chérie.

Écoute le chant vespéral de la grive,
Résonner dans les bois de Cluden ;
Puis allons au parc à moutons,
    Ma belle chérie.

 ... 

Tu es si belle et charmante
Que tu as bien ravi mon cœur ;
Je peux mourir, mais ne puis te quitter,
    Ma belle chérie.

Tant que les eaux gazouillent vers la mer,
Tant que le jour brille haut dans le ciel,
Jusqu'à ce que la mort ferme mes yeux,
    Tu seras ma chérie.

Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-2,4-5 of the original text.

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