by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Language: English 
Our translations:  FRE
Oh had I a cave
On some wild distant shore,
Where the winds howl
To the wave's dashing roar,
There would I weep my woes,
There seek my lost repose.
Till grief my eyes should close,
Ne'er to wake more!

Falsest of womankind,
Can'st thou declare
All thy fond, plighted vows
Fleeting as air?
To thy new lover hie.
Laugh o'er thy perjury,
Then in thy bosom try
What peace is there!

Composition:

    Set to music by (Franz) Joseph Haydn (1732 - 1809), "Robin Adair", Hob. XXXIa:202, JHW XXXII/3 no. 235

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Research team for this page: Guy Laffaille [Guest Editor] , Pierre Mathé [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2008-06-08
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