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- CPDL #22023:
- Editor: Robert Urmann (submitted 2010-07-28). Score information: Executive, 3 pages, 142 kB Copyright: CPDL
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- (Posted 2009-11-09) CPDL #20461:
- Editor: Jean-Pierre Neel (submitted 2009-11-05). Score information: A4, 1 page, 44 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: John Anderson, Op. 67, No. 5
Work: Romanzen und Balladen, Op. 67 [Romances and Ballads]
Composer: Robert Schumann
Lyricist: Robert Burns trans. Wilhelm Gerhard
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: German
Instruments: A cappella
Published:
Robert Schumann’s Werke. Herausgegeben von Clara Schumann. [Robert Schumann’s works. Ed. Clara Schumann.]
Bd. XII, No. 114 (Heft I). Leipzig: Breitkopf & Härtel, 1887
Description:
External websites:
- Digitized edition at the Bayerische Staatsbibliothek (Munich, Germany) / Münchener Digitalisierungszentrum
- Original poem by Burns at Project Gutenberg
- German text and English translation at The Lied and Art Song Texts Page
Original text and translations
German text
1. John Anderson, mein Lieb!
Wir haben uns geseh’n,
wie rabenschwarz dein Haar,
die Stirne glatt und schön!
Nun Glätte nicht, noch Locke
der schönen Stirne blieb;
doch segne Gott dein schneeig Haupt,
John Anderson, mein Lieb!
2. John Anderson, mein Lieb!
Wir klommen froh bergauf,
und manchen heitern Tag
begrüßten wir im Lauf.
Nun abwärts Hand in Hand,
froh wie’s bergauf uns trieb,
und unten sel’ges Schlafengeh’n,
John Anderson, mein Lieb!