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Oh! Tell me, Harper, wherefore flow Thy wayward notes of wail and woe Far down the desert of Glencoe, Where non may list their melody? Say, harp'st thou to the mist that fly, Or to the dun deer glancing by, Or to the eagle, that from high Screams chorus to thy minstrelsy? No, not to these, for they have rest, The mist-wreath has the mountain crest, The stag his lair, the erne her nest, Abode of lone security. But those for whom I pour the lay, Not wild wood deep, nor mountain grey, Not this deep dell that shrouds from day Could screen from treach'rous cruelty. The hand that mingled in the meal, At midnight drew the felon steel, And gave the host's kind breast to feel, Meed for his hospitality. The friendly heart which warm'd that hand, At midnight arm'd it with a brand That bade destruction's flames expand Their red and fearful blazonry. Long have my harp's best notes been gone, Few are its strings, and faint their tone, They can but sound in desert lone Their grey-hair'd master's misery. Were each grey hair a minstrel string, Each chord should imprecations fling, 'Till startled Scotland loud should ring, "Revenge for blood and treachery!"
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Authorship:
- by Walter Scott, Sir (1771 - 1832), "On the Massacre of Glencoe" [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Ludwig van Beethoven (1770 - 1827), "On the massacre of Glencoe", WoO. 152 (25 irische Lieder) no. 5, G. 223 no. 5 (1810/3) [ voice, violin, violoncello, piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Ludwig van Beethoven (1770 - 1827), "Glencoe", WoO. 156 (12 Scottish Songs) no. 10, G. 227 no. 10, published 1819 [ vocal trio, piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Sur la massacre de Glencoe", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) [singable] (Georg Pertz) , "Das Blutbad von Glencoe"
Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2004-12-10
Line count: 32
Word count: 205
Oh ! Dis-moi, harpiste, pourquoi coulent Tes notes rebelles de plainte et de malheur En bas vers le désert de Glencoe, Où ils ne peuvent écouter leur mélodie ? Dis, joues-tu de la harpe pour la brume qui vole , Ou pour le cerf brun qui jette un œil, Ou pour l'aigle qui depuis les hauteurs Crie en chœur avec tes chants ? Non, pas pour eux, car ils ont où se reposer, La couronne de brume a la crête de la montagne, Le cerf son antre, l'aigle son nid, Demeures de sécurité solitaire. Mais ceux pour qui je déverse mon chant, Il n'y a ni bois profond et sauvage, ni montagne grise, Ni cette profonde vallée qui cache du jour, Qui pourrait faire écran à la trahison cruelle. La main qui s'est mêlée au repas, À minuit a sorti l'acier félon, Et lui donna la douce poitrine de l'hôte à sentir, En récompense pour son hospitalité. Le cœur amical qui réchauffa cette main, À minuit l'arma d'un tison Qui ordonna aux flammes de la destruction de répandre Leur blason rouge et effrayant. Depuis longtemps les meilleures notes de ma harpe sont parties, Ses cordes sont peu nombreuses et leur son est faible. Elles ne peuvent que faire résonner seules La misère de leur maître à la chevelure grise, Si chaque cheveu gris était une corde de ménestrel Chaque accord lancerait des imprécations, Jusqu'à ce que l'Écosse sursaute d'un puissant : « Vengeance pour le sang et la trahison ! »
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Based on:
- a text in English by Walter Scott, Sir (1771 - 1832), "On the Massacre of Glencoe"
This text was added to the website: 2014-01-20
Line count: 32
Word count: 251