Текст песни: Lochnivar (for speakers & percussion to words by Sir Walter Scott) + перевод

O young Lochinvar is come out of the west

Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;

And save his good broadsword he weapons had none

He rode all unarm’d, and he rode all alone

So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war

There never was knight like the young Lochinvar

He staid not for brake, and he stopp’d not for stone

He swam the Eske river and ford there was none;

But ere he alighted at Netherby Gate

The bride had consented, the gallant came late:

For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war

Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar

So boldly he enter’d the Netherby Hall

Among bride’s-men, and kinsmen, and brothers and all:

«O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war

Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?»

«I long woo’d your daughter, my suit you denied;—

Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide—

And now I am come, with this lost love of mine

To lead but one measure, to drink one cup of wine

There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far

That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.»

The bride kiss’d the goblet: the knight took it up

He quaff’d off the wine, and he threw down the cup

She look’d down to blush, and she look’d up to sigh

With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye

He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, —

«Now tread we a measure!» said young Lochinvar

So stately his form, and so lovely her face

That never a hall such a galliard did grace;

While her mother did fret, and her father did fume

And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume;

And the bride-maidens whisper’d, «'Twere better by far

To have match’d our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.»

So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung

So light to the saddle before her he sprung!

«She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur;

They’ll have fleet steeds that follow,» quoth Lord Lochinvar

There was mounting 'mong Graemes of the Netherby clan;

Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran:

There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee

But the lost bride of Netherby ne’er did they see

So daring in love, and so dauntless in war

Have ye ever heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?

Перевод песни Lochnivar (for speakers & percussion to words by Sir Walter Scott)