by Hector Macneill (1746 - 1818)
Donald and Flora
Language: English
Available translation(s): FRE
When merry hearts were gay, Careless of aught but play, Poor Flora slipt away Sad'ning to Mora. Loose flowed her yellow hair, Quick heaved her bosom bare, As thus to the troubled air She vented her sorrow. "Loud howls the stormy west, "Cold, cold is winter's blast: -- "Haste then, O Donald, haste! "Haste to thy Flora! "Twice twelve long months are o'er "Since on a foreign shore "You promised to fight no more, "But meet me in Mora. "Never, O wretched fair!" Sighed the sad messenger, "Never shall Donald mair "Meet his loved Flora! "Cold as yon mountain snow, "Donald, thy love, lies low! "He sent me to soothe thy woe, "Weeping in Mora. Mute stood the trembling fair, Speechless with wild despair, Then, striking her bosom bare, Sighed out, "Poor Flora! "Ah Donald! -- ah, well a day!" Was all the fond heart could say; At length the sound died away Feebly in Mora.
Authorship:
- by Hector Macneill (1746 - 1818) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by (Franz) Joseph Haydn (1732 - 1809), "Donald and Flora", JHW. XXXII/5 no. 379, Hob. XXXIa no. 139bis, one of the Scottish Songs for William Whyte arranged by Haydn [text verified 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , title 1: "Donald et Flora", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2012-07-03
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Word count: 154