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"Is my team ploughing, That I was used to drive And hear the harness jingle When I was man alive?" Ay, the horses trample, The harness jingles now; No change though you lie under The land you used to plough. "Is football playing Along the river-shore, With lads to chase the leather, Now I stand up no more?" Ay, the ball is flying, The lads play heart and soul; The goal stands up, the keeper Stands up to keep the goal. "Is my girl happy, That I thought hard to leave, And has she tired of weeping As she lies down at eve?" Ay, she lies down lightly, She lies not down to weep: Your girl is well contented. Be still, my lad, and sleep. "Is my friend hearty, Now I am thin and pine, And has he found to sleep in A better bed than mine?" Yes, lad, I lie easy, I lie as lads would choose; I cheer a dead man's sweetheart, Never ask me whose.
R. Vaughan Williams sets stanzas 1-2, 5-8
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- by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936), no title, appears in A Shropshire Lad, no. 27, first published 1896 [author's text checked 1 time 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 George Sainton Kaye Butterworth (1885 - 1916), "Is my team ploughing", published 1911 [voice and piano], from Six Songs from A Shropshire Lad, no. 6. [ sung text checked 1 time]
- by Alfred Redgrave Cripps (1882 - 1950), "Is my team ploughing", published <<1940 [voice and piano], from Nine "Shropshire Lad" Songs [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]
- by Ivor (Bertie) Gurney (1890 - 1937), "Is my team ploughing", published 1926 [baritone, string quartet, and piano], from The Western Playland, no. 6. [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]
- by Charles Wilfred Orr (1893 - 1976), "Is my team ploughing", published 1925-7 [tenor and piano], from Five Songs from "A Shropshire Lad" [ sung text checked 1 time]
- by Ned Rorem (b. 1923), "Is my team ploughing", 1997, published 1999, from Evidence of Things Not Seen, no. 23. [ sung text checked 1 time]
- by Ralph Vaughan Williams (1872 - 1958), "Is my team ploughing", 1908-9, published 1911, stanzas 1-2, 5-8 [tenor, piano, and string quartet ad libitum], from On Wenlock Edge, no. 3. [ sung text checked 1 time]
- by John Ramsden Williamson (1929 - 2015), "Is my team ploughing" [baritone and piano] [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Patricia Dillard Eguchi) , "Mon attelage laboure-t-il ?", copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- HEB Hebrew (עברית) (Max Mader) , "האם הצמד שלי חורש", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Line count: 32
Word count: 168
Mon attelage laboure t-il, Que j’avais l’habitude de mener, Entendant les grelots des harnais, Alors que j’étais vivant ? Oui, les chevaux piétinent, Les grelots des harnais tintent, Rien n’a changé bien que tu reposes, Sous la terre que tu labourais. Joue-t-on au football, Le long de la rivière, Avec des gars pour pousser le ballon, Alors que je ne suis plus là ? Oui, le ballon vole, Les gars jouent de tout leur cœur, Le but est dressé, son gardien Debout pour le garder. Ma bien-aimée est-elle heureuse, Qu’il m’était si dur de quitter, Et s’est-elle lassée de pleurer, Quand elle s’allonge la nuit ? Oui, elle s’allonge sans souci, Elle ne se repose pas pour pleurer, Ta bien-aimée est contente, Sois tranquille, mon gars, et dors. Et mon meilleur ami est-il joyeux, Maintenant que je suis maigre et que je me languis, Et a t-il trouvé pour y dormir, Un meilleur lit que le mien ? Oui mon gars, je m’y repose heureux, Je m’y repose comme tous le voudraient ; Je réconforte la bien-aimée d’un mort, Ne me demande pas de qui.
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- a text in English by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936), no title, appears in A Shropshire Lad, no. 27, first published 1896
This text was added to the website: 2018-08-21
Line count: 32
Word count: 185