Mon amour était un gars des hautes terres

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by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Translation © by Pierre Mathé

The white cockade

(Sung text for setting by J. Haydn)

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Language: Scottish (Scots)

Our translations: FRE

A Highland lad my love was born,
The Lalland laws he held in scorn,
But he still was faithfu' to his clan,
My gallant, braw John Highlandman.
Chorus: 
  Sing hey my braw John Highlandman!
  Sing ho my braw John Highlandman!
  There's not a lad in a' the lan'
  Was match for my John Highlandman.

 ... 

They banish'd him beyond the sea
But ere the bud was on the tree,
Adown my cheeks the pearls ran,
Embracing my John Highlandman.

 ... 

And now a widow, I must mourn
Departed joys that ne'er return ;
No comfort but a hearty can,
When I think on John Highlandman.

Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1,4,6 of the original text.

Note: The white cockade was the emblem worn by the Jacobites on their blue bonnets
Glossary:
Braw = fine, handsome

Composition:

(Franz) Joseph Haydn

Text Authorship:

by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796), "Air"

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FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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Mon amour était un gars des hautes...

(Sung text translation for setting by J. Haydn)

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

Mon amour était un gars des hautes terres
Il tenait en dérision les lois des basses terres
Mais il était toujours fidèle à son clan,
Mon vaillant, beau John  des Highlands.
Chœur: 
  Ohé, chantez mon beau  John  des Highlands !
  Oh, chantez mon beau  John  des Highlands !
  Il n'y a pas un gars au pays
  Pour égaler mon John  des Highlands.

 ... 

Ils l'ont banni au-delà des mers
Mais avant que les arbres soient en bourgeons
Les perles coulèrent sur mes joues
Quand j'embrassai mon  John  des Highlands.

 ... 

Et maintenant veuve, je dois porter le deuil
Des joies enfuies qui jamais ne reviendront ;
Il n'y a pas de consolation pour un cœur sincère
Quand je pense à  John  des Highlands.

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Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1,4,6 of the original text.

Haydn a mis en musique les strophes 1,4,6 et le refrain

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