by Adolphe de Leuven (1800 - 1884)
Translation © by Shawn Thuris

Le chasseur danois
Language: French (Français) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Entendez-vous dans la bruyère?
Déjà chante le coq des bois.
Allons, allons réveillez-vous,
Mon père! Volez à de nouveaux exploits!
En chasse! en chasse! en chasse! et que Dieu vous protège!
Et toi qui chantes là-bas, 
Ce soir tu ne chanteras pas.

Entendez-vous la voix fidèle
De votre épagneul favori?
Il se fait tard. Il vous appelle, il vous appelle,
Pour que vous partiez avec lui.
En chasse! en chasse! en chasse! et que Dieu vous protège!
Et toi qui chantes là-bas,
Ce soir tu ne chanteras pas.

Allons! allons sans plus attendre.
Mon père levez-vous enfin!
Allons! allons! La voix d'un fils, ne pouvez-vous l'entendre?
Vous dormez bien tard, ce matin.
En chasse! en chasse! en chasse! et que Dieu vous protège!
Et toi qui chantes là-bas,
Ce soir tu ne chanteras pas.

Ainsi disait dans la chaumière
Un jeune enfant. Voeux superflus!
Le vieux chasseur, son pauvre père,
Hélas! ne répétera plus:
En chasse! en chasse! en chasse! et que Dieu vous protège!
Et toi qui chantes là-bas,
Ce soir tu ne chanteras pas.

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 28
Word count: 176

The Danish huntsman
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
 Do you hear it in the heather?
 Already the grouse is calling.
 Come, come, wake yourself,
 My father!  Hurry to some new adventure!
 To the hunt! To the hunt! To the hunt! And God protect you!
 And you singing there,
 Tonight you will sing no more.
 
 Do you hear the faithful voice
 Of your favorite spaniel?
 It's getting late.  He calls you, he calls you,
 So that you will leave with him.
 To the hunt! To the hunt! To the hunt! And God protect you!
 And you singing there,
 Tonight you will sing no more.
 
 Come, come, without waiting longer.
 My father, get up, will you!
 Come, come! A son's voice, can't you hear it?
 You are sleeping quite late this morning.
 To the hunt! To the hunt! To the hunt! And God protect you!
 And you singing there,
 Tonight you will sing no more.
 
 Thus in the cottage spoke
 A young boy.  Empty wishes!
 The old huntsman, his poor father,
 Alas! would never repeat:
 To the hunt! To the hunt! To the hunt! And God protect you!
 And you singing there,
 Tonight you will sing no more.

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  • Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © by Shawn Thuris, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 28
Word count: 189