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Ich wollt ein Sträußlein binden
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): CAT DUT ENG ENG FRE
Ich wollt ein Sträußlein binden,
Da kam die dunkle Nacht,
Kein Blümlein war zu finden,
Sonst hätt' ich dir's gebracht.

Da flossen von den Wangen
Mir Thränen in den Klee,
Ein Blümlein aufgegangen
Ich nun im Garten seh.

Das [wollte]1 ich dir brechen
Wohl in dem dunklen Klee,
Doch fing es an zu sprechen:
„Ach, tue mir nicht weh!

„Sei freundlich [in dem]2 Herzen,
Betracht' dein eigen Leid,
Und lasse mich in Schmerzen
Nicht sterben vor der Zeit!“

Und hätt's nicht so gesprochen,
Im Garten ganz allein,
So hätt' ich dir's gebrochen,
Nun aber darf's nicht sein.

Mein Schatz ist ausgeblieben,
Ich bin so ganz allein.
Im Lieben wohnt Betrüben,
Und kann nicht anders sein.

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Confirmed with Clemens Brentano's Gesammelte Schriften, herausgegeben von Christian Brentano. Siebenter Band. Comödien, Frankfurt am Main, J. D. Sauerländer's Verlag, 1852, page 83. Appears in Ponce de Leon.

1 Strauss: "wollte"
2 Reichardt, Thuille: "im"

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , no title, copyright ©
  • ENG English [singable] (Anonymous/Unidentified Artist) , "I went to pluck a nosegay"
  • ENG English (Amy Pfrimmer) , copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Je voulais faire un bouquet", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 24
Word count: 115

I went to pluck a nosegay
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
I went to pluck a nosegay
When night fell o'er the lea. 
I could not find a twig or spray,
Else I'd brought it to thee.

And as my tears were streaming
So fast into the dew,
A flow'ret I see beaming,
The prettiest e'er I knew.

For you I'd break so gladly
This flow'r which I did find,
When I heard speak so sadly,
"Oh be not so unkind!

Be gracious, noble lover,
Look into thine own heart,
And let me not in sorrow
From this sweet world depart!"

And had it not so spoken,
This flow'ret sweet, to me,
For you its stem I'd broken,
But now it shall not be.

My love came not this evening,
And life is dark and drear. 
In loving is much grieving
And must be so, I fear.

Note: from a Thuille edition (published spelling mistakes corrected).

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This text was added to the website: 2008-04-06
Line count: 24
Word count: 136