by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Translation by Anne Grant (1755 - 1838)

Cro Challin
Language: English  after the Scots Gaelic 
My Colin, lov'd Colin, my Colin, my dear,
Who wont the wild mountains to trace without fear;
O where are thy flocks, that so swiftly rebound,
And fly o'er the heath without touching the ground?
O were I as fleet as the wings of the wind,
In chace of the roes when springing, Love,
At the sound of your voice I wou'd loiter behind,
So sweet is the charm of your singing, Love.
I heard it, I fear'd it, I knew that soft charm
Wou'd slacken my speed, and enervate my arm;
The deer, drawing near, now no more in alarm,
Through brakes in the woods are springing, Love.

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•   J. Haydn 

J. Haydn sets lines 1-4 in (at least) one setting - see below for more information

Note: Cro Challin = Cattle of Colin

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Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani

This text was added to the website: 2009-07-05
Line count: 12
Word count: 109