Mein Hochland-Kind

(„Durchirr' ich Länder noch so fern“)

  • Opus number: op. 4, No. 1
  • Year (first publication): 1845
  • Lyricist: Robert Burns
  • Dedicatee: Niels Gade
  • Key: F-Dur
  • Time signature: 3/4

Durchirr' ich Länder noch so fern,
Stets bleibt dein Herz mein treuer Stern.
Das meine glüht, dir treu gesinnt,
Mein treues liebes Hochland-Kind.
  Dort in der Büsche Schatten, o!
  Dort auf den grünen Matten, o!
  Mein Herz mir glüht, ich sing mein Lied,
  Mein Lied von meinem Hochland-Kind.

Sie hat mein Herz, hat meine Hand,
An sie knüpft mich ein süßes Band!
Und naht der Tod, er treu mich find'
Dir, meinem herz'gen Hochland-Kind!
  Dort in der Büsche Schatten, o!
  Dort auf den grünen Matten, o!
  Mein Herz mir glüht, ich sing mein Lied, 
  Mein Lied von meinem Hochland-Kind.


Nae gentle dames, tho' ne'er sae fair,
Shall ever be my muse's care;
Their titles a' are empty show;
Gie me my Highland Lassie, O.
  Within the glen sae bushy, O;
  Aboon the plain sae rushy, O,
  I set me down wi' right gude will,
  To sing my Highland Lassie, O.

O were yon hills and valleys mine,
Yon palace and yon gardens fine!
The world then the love should know
I bear my Highland Lassie, O.
  Within the glen sae bushy, O;
  Aboon the plain sae rushy, O,
  I set me down wi' right gude will,
  To sing my Highland Lassie, O.

But fickle fortune frowns on me,
And I maun cross the raging sea;
But while my crimson current flow.
I love my Highland Lassie, O.
  Within the glen sae bushy, O;
  Aboon the plain sae rushy, O,
  I set me down wi' right gude will,
  To sing my Highland Lassie, O.

Altho' thro' foreign climes I range,
I know her heart will never change,
For her bosum burns with honor's glow,
My faithful Highland Lassie, O.
  Within the glen sae bushy, O;
  Aboon the plain sae rushy, O,
  I set me down wi' right gude will,
  To sing my Highland Lassie, O.

For her I'll dare the billow's roar;
For her I'll trace a distant shore;
That Indian wealth may lustre throw
Around my Highland Lassie, O.
  Within the glen sae bushy, O;
  Aboon the plain sae rushy, O,
  I set me down wi' right gude will,
  To sing my Highland Lassie, O.

She has my heart, she has my hand,
By secret truth and honor's band!
Till the mortal stroke shall lay me low,
I'm thine, my Highland Lassie, O.
  Within the glen sae bushy, O;
  Aboon the plain sae rushy, O,
  I set me down wi' right gude will,
  To sing my Highland Lassie, O.

Farewell the glen sae bushy, O!
Farewell the plain sae rushy, O!
To other lands I now must go
To sing my Highland Lassie, O!


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