by Augusta Mary Anne Holmès (1847 - 1903)
Translation Singable translation by (Graham) Clifton Bingham (1859 - 1913)

Tireli !
Language: French (Français) 
Mon ami que j'aime d'amour
Est parti pour la guerre !
Moi, je pleure la nuit, le jour,
Et je ne dors guère ...
Mais un oiseau du bois verdissant
M'a dit en son joli langage :
« Ne pleure pas ! Car le bel absent
Te rendra courage ! »
Chantez « Tireli ! », colombes d'amour !
Chantez « Tireli ! » sur les chênes !
Il viendra bientôt, l'heureux jour
Des noces prochaines !

Tout là-bas, plus loin que la mer,
Au pays des panthères,
On leur donne un pain bien amer
A nos militaires !
Mais cet oiseau s'est mis à chanter
A l'heure où le soleil se couche :
« A son retour il pourra goûter
Le miel de ta bouche ! »
Chantez « Tireli ! », colombes d'amour !
Chantez « Tireli ! » sur les chênes !
Il viendra bientôt, l'heureux jour
Des noces prochaines !

Mon ami, si loin du pays,
Aimera d'autres belles !
Il aura les yeux éblouis
Par des demoiselles !
Alors l'oiseau, parmi les lilas,
M'a dit en repliant son aile :
« Comme ton cœur son cœur est très las !
C'est toi qu'il appelle ! »
Chantez « Tireli ! », colombes d'amour !
Chantez « Tireli ! » sur les chênes !
Il viendra bientôt, l'heureux jour
Des noces prochaines !

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This text was added to the website: 2020-06-29
Line count: 36
Word count: 227

Love's messenger
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
Maiden's love goes marching away,
Maiden's heart is nigh breaking;
Maiden weeps by night and by day,
Both sleeling and waking!
But hark on high the voice of the dove,
Is softly and tenderly singing,
"Ah weep no more, I come from thy love,
A fond message bringing!"
Sing on thy heart, sweet messenger dove,
Sing on in the sun and the rain.
Sing and say the heart that I love
Will come back to me again.

Far away, across the wide sea,
He is fighting with danger;
Face to face with hardship is he,
To pleasure a stranger!
But sings the dove in tenderest strain
While day from the dim sky is fleeting,
"He dreams always of one over the main,
And gladness of meeting!"
Sing  on to my heart, sweet messenger dove,
Sing on in the sun and the rain.
Sing and say the heart that I love
Will come back to me again!

Maiden sighs, "Alas, in a while,
One more fair, now we sever,
My love's heart from me will beguile
For ever and ever!"
And then the dove in radiant tone
Sang folding its wings and replying
"His heart like thine is weary and lone.
For thee ever sighing!"
Sing  on to my heart, sweet messenger dove,
Sing on in the sun and the rain.
Sing and say the heart that I love
Will come back to me again!

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Researcher for this text: Guy Laffaille [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2020-07-03
Line count: 36
Word count: 234