Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 01 Jun 26 - 12:30 PM

This version of the song has been collected in Auvergne and in Vendée.

VOICI LA SAINT-JEAN (French) Voici la Saint-Jean, la grande journée, Demain la moisson sera commencée. Allons joli cœur la lune est levée. Piquons des bleuets dans notre coiffure, Chantons sans penser que la tâche est dure. Allons joli cœur fauchons à mesure. Dans le matin clair sous le ciel superbe, Déjà la perdrix appelle dans l'herbe. Chantons joli cœur le chant de la gerbe. Et que la moisson soit maigre ou soit bonne, Sur les sillons roux que la faux résonne Fauchons le grand blé comme Dieu le donne. Le soleil couchant dans la vallée, L'heure du repos est déjà sonnée. Allons joli cœur la lune est levée.

SAINT JOHN'S DAY IS HERE Saint John's Day is here, the great day, Tomorrow the harvest will have begun. Come on, sweetheart, the moon has risen. Let's tuck cornflowers into our hair, Let's sing without thinking the task is hard. Come on, sweetheart, let's reap as we go. In the clear morning under the superb sky, The partridge already calls in the grass. Let's sing, sweetheart, the song of the sheaf. And whether the harvest is meager or bountiful, On the russet furrows, let the scythe resound. Let's reap the tall wheat as God gives it. The setting sun in the valley, The hour of rest has already struck. Come on, sweetheart, the moon has risen.

You can hear this version sung here (bottom of the page).

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 06 Jun 26 - 01:23 PM

On Monday, Heather sang...

TRA BO DAU (Welsh traditional song) Mae'r hon a gâr fy nghalon i Ymhell oddi yma'n byw; A hiraeth am ei gweled hi A'm gwnaeth yn llwyd fy lliw. (Curfà) Cyfoeth nid yw ond oferedd, Glendid nid yw yn parhau; Ond cariad pur sydd fel y dur Yn para tra bo dau. Mil harddach yw y deg ei llun Na gwrid y wawr i mi, A thrysor mwy yw serch fy mun, Na chyfoeth byd a’i fri. O'r dewis hardd ddewisiais i Oedd dewis lodes lân; A chyn bydd 'difar gennyf fi O rhewi wnaiff y tân. Mae f'annwyl riain dros y lli, Gobeithio'i bod hi'n iach! 'Rwy'n caru'r tir lle cerddo hi Dan wraidd fy nghalon fach.

WHEN THERE ARE TWO (Literal translation) The one whom my heart loves Lives far from here And longing to see her Made my colour grey. (Chorus) Wealth is but vanity Purity does not last; But pure love is like steel, Lasting when there are two. 1000 times more beautiful is her fair form Than the blush of dawn for me; And a treasure greater is my sweetheart's love Than the world's wealth and its prestige. From the beautiful choice I had to make Was the choice of a pure lass; And before I regret it The fire will freeze. My love is over the sea, I hope that she is well! I love the ground where she walks From the core of my little heart.

WHEN THERE ARE TWO (Heather's scansion translation) The precious one beloved of my heart Lives so far from me My longing while we are far apart Makes my colors gray to see (Chorus) While wealth distracts from what is real And pur-ity fades like the dew The purest love’s / strong as the steel Enduring when there are two A thousand times my love’s fair form More beauteous than when/ dawn came A greater treasure is his/her regard Than all the world’s wealth or fame The wondrous choice that I have made Was choosing the purest love for me Before my ardor changes or fades The fire will frozen be My love is far across the sea I hope that s/he is well I love the ground whereon walks s/he In my heart too it dwells.

Singer's Notes: The en-dash in pur-ity means the first syllable is drawn out to fit the tune properly, the "/" means the location of the break in the musical phrase is at that spot.

Live rendition by Linda Griffiths and her daughter Lisa Healy
Tra Bo Dau YouTube page

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 06 Jul 26 - 02:28 PM

AMNÓN Y TAMAR (Spanish) (Cf. 2 Samuel 13) Un rey moro tenía un hijo que Tranquilo se llamaba; un día estando jugando, se enamoró de su hermana. Como no podía ser, se hizo el enfermo en la cama. Le subió su padre a ver. -¿Qué tienes, hijo del alma? ¿Quieres que te mate un ave de esas que se crían en casa? Lo que yo quiero es un caldo que me lo suba mi hermana. Era en tiempo de verano y subió en enagua blanca. La agarró por la cintura, sobre la cama la echaba, con un pañuelo de seda, la boquita la tapaba. A eso de los nueve meses, cayó muy grave en la cama. Llamaron a los doctores, los mejores de Granada. Unos le toman el pulso, otros le miran la cara; Se dicen unos a otros: -Esta niña está preñada.

AMNON AND TAMAR A Moorish king had a son Who was named Tranquilo; One day, while at play, He fell in love with his sister. Since it could not be, He feigned illness and took to his bed. His father came up to see him: "What ails you, my beloved son? Do you want me to kill a fowl Of the kind we raise at home?" "What I want is some broth Brought up to me by my sister." It was summertime, And she came up in a white petticoat. He seized her by the waist, He laid her upon the bed, And with a silk handkerchief, He covered her little mouth. Some nine months later, She fell gravely ill in bed. They summoned the doctors, The best in Granada. Some took her pulse, Others looked at her face; They said to one another: "This girl is pregnant."

Recording by Joaquín Díaz.
Different tune and slightly different lyrics recorded by Medio Celemín
Another different tune and slightly different lyrics recorded by
Nuevo Mester de Juglaría
Another different tune and slightly different lyrics recorded by Mayalde

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