by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Lord Gregory
Language: Scottish (Scots) 
Our translations:  FRE
O mirk, mirk is this midnight hour,
  And loud the tempest's roar;
A waefu' wanderer seeks thy tower,
  Lord Gregory, ope thy door.
An exile frae her father's ha',
  And a' for loving thee;
At least some pity on me shaw,
  If love it may na be.
 
Lord Gregory, mind'st thou not the grove
  By bonie Irwine side,
Where first I own'd that virgin love
  I lang, lang had denied.
How aften didst thou pledge and vow
  Thou wad for aye be mine!
And my fond heart, itsel' sae true,
  It ne'er mistrusted thine.
 
Hard is thy heart, Lord Gregory,
  And flinty is thy breast:
Thou bolt of Heaven that flashest by,
  O, wilt thou bring me rest!
Ye mustering thunders from above,
  Your willing victim see;
But spare and pardon my fause Love,
  His wrangs to Heaven and me.

Confirmed with Robert Burns, The Poetical Works of Robert Burns, Humphrey Milford, Oxford University Press, 1919, page 379.


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Settings in other languages, adaptations, or excerpts:

  • Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist , "Lord Gregor" ; composed by Karl Heinrich Carsten Reinecke.

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

  • CZE Czech (Čeština) (Josef Václav Sládek) , "Lord Gregory"
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Lord Gregory ; une ballade", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website: 2008-11-20
Line count: 24
Word count: 140