Текст песни Sarah Hook - Bonnie George Campbell

Hie upon Hielands,
And laigh upon Tay,
Bonny george campbell
Rade out on a day:
Saddled and bridled,
Sae gallant to see,
Hame cam 'his gude horse,
But never cam 'he.

Down ran his auld mither,
Greetin 'fu' sair;
Out ran his bonny bride,
Reaving her hair;
"My meadow lies green,
And my corn is unshorn,
My barn is to bigg,
And my babe is unborn. "

Saddled and bridled
And booted rade he;
A plume in his helmet,
A sword at his knee;
But toom cam 'his saddle
A 'bluidy to see,
About hame cam 'his gude horse.
But never cam 'he!

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Translation Ign. Ivanovsky

Mountain path
On the ledges of the rocks
Brave George Campbell
I rode off to the battle.
In foam, in sweat,
Inflating the sides
The horse has returned
No rider.

Weeps bitterly
Old mother,
The bride is crying
Falling onto the bed.
"Hay to you
Do not mow in the meadows!
Son to you
Do not wear it on your hands! "

Feathers on the helmet
And the sword at the thigh -
What a hero
I drove out of the yard!
Blood on the saddle
And the occasion hangs.
He will not return
Never again.