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Le roi Renaud [La mort du roi Renaud; Quand Renaud de guerre revint]

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Versione a ballata scozzese del XVI-XVII secolo di Riccardo Venturi 17 agosto 2005
When King Renaud Came Back from WarKYNGE RENAWDES HAMECAMYNG FRAE WARRE
  
King Renaud comes back from warKynge Renawde frae War came hame
Holding his guts in his handsHys Guttes houdan in hys Handes.
His mother who was on the balconyHys Mither stoode att her Bowers Window
Saw her son Renaud comeSpyed her Sonne Renawde a-cumman.
  
- Renaud, Renaud, cheer you up!Renawde, Renawde cheere in Rejoycyng!
Your wife is pregnant of a king!Thy Wyffe is wyth Chylde of a Kynge!
- Neither for my wife nor for the sonAlas, bit nouther for Sonne and Wyffe
May I cheer up.Can I rejoyce in cheeryng sweete.
  
Go, my mother, hurry upGae then my Mither, gae thou in Haste,
Have a fine white bed set ready for meand mak my Bedde baith safte and white!
I have short time to rest there:Schort Tymme haue I for to rest there,
By midnight shall I pass away.By Midnichte am I to passe awa'.
  
But have it done down hereBit haue thy Bedde made doun here,
So the pregnant cannot hearthy pregnaunt Wyffe so maun not heare.
And when midnight cameAn whan the Nychte war waye vp mete
King Renaud gave up the ghost.Kynge Renawde hee turnit a Ghoste.
  
Morning had not broken the next dayNot had ybroke the Morn to Daune,
And the valets were all weepingan a' the Seruaunts were a-weepynge,
By the lunch timean' by the Howre of Meale-Eatynge
The maidservants were all crying.the Maydens a' wer crying in the ha'.
  
- But tell me mother my dear,Now telle mee my Mither deire,
Why do all our valets weep?Quhy gar a' owre Servaunts wepe sae luid?
- My daughter, while washing our horsesDochter, a-laugan owr Horsses
They let the finest drown.They garde the ffyneste droune.
  
- But tell me mother my dear,Now telle mee o Mither sae deire,
For a horse such a weeping?is a' this Wepynge for ae Horsse?
When Renaud comes backWhan Renawde sa' cume hame
He will bring the finest of horses.heele brynge the ffyneste Steides.
  
- And tell me mother my dear,An telle mee o Mither sae deire,
Why are all our maidservants crying?Quhy gar a' owre Maydenes wepe sae luid?
- My daughter, while washing our linenDochter, a-laugan owre Linen
They let the newest go.they garde the neweste gae.
  
- But tell me mother my dear,Now telle mee o Mither sae deire,
For a linen such a cry?is a' this Wepynge for ae Pys o' Linen?
When Renaud comes backWhan Renawde sa' cume hame
He will bring the finest of linen.heele brynge the ffyneste Hollan!
  
- And tell me mother my dear,An telle mee o Mither sae deire,
What are all these beats I can hear?Wha bee a' these Slaughs I do heare?
- My daughter, it's the carpentersDochter, itt is bit the Carpyntere
Repairing the floor.a-fittan the Flvre as thou can heare.
  
- And tell me mother my dear,Now telle mee o Mither sae deire,
Why are the bells ringing?Quhy are a' these Clockes a-ringan?
- My daughter, it is the processionDochter, itt is bit the holy Processyoun
Going out for the rogations.a-gand a' around ffor Rogacyoun.
  
- But tell me mother my dear,An telle me nowe o Mither sae deire,
What is this singing I can hear?Wha is a' this Syngyng that I do heare?
- My daughter, it is the processionDochter, itt is bit the holy Processyoun
Turning around the house.a gand a' around and around owre Huis.
  
Now when eight days had passedEicht Dayes, eicht Dayes had barely gaed
She wanted to dress up to the ninesWhan shee woud make vp to the Nynes
And when the time came for birth,Tymme was cum for her to gyue Byrthe
She wanted to go to the mass.an shee longit for the Mass to heare.
  
- But tell me mother my dear,Bit telle mee now o Mither sae deire,
Which dress shall I have today?Wilk Attyre am I to-daye to dress in?
- Take the white, take the grey,O tak the whyte, o tak thou the grey,
Take the black to choose best.O tak the swarte gin yee chvse best.
  
- But tell me mother my dear,Now telle mee o Mither sae deire,
What does this black mean?wha sall itt stand a' this swarte ffor?
- To a woman getting in the birth time,To a Wyfman gaend to gyue Byrthe
Black is the most convenient.is Swart ffar an ffar the beste Colour.
  
But as they were amidst the fieldsBitt as they yode acrosse the Fieldes
Three shepherds went saying:Thre Schepherds yode an sayde sae
- There's the wife of that getlemanHeres the Wyffue o' that gentyll Laird
We undertook the other day!wee toke an buryit a yesteren Day!
  
- But tell me mother my dear,Now telle mee o Mither sae deire,
Why are they saying those shepherds?wha gar these Schepherdes saye?
- They say to hurry up,They saye wee maun mak haste an rin
Otherwise we'll be late at the mass.gin wee wull nae the Holy Mass misse.
  
As she stepped inside the church,An whan shee steppit into the Kyrke
She was offered a candle.shee was handit a Kendyll o' Waxe.
As she knelt down to prayAn whan for Prayer shee fe' doun on her Knies
She felt the earth shiver under her bench.Shee felte the Earthe shiver vndir her Benke.
  
- But tell me mother my dear,Now telle me o Mither sae deir,
Why is the earth shivering?Quhy gars the Earthe shiver sae strang?
- My daughter, I cannot hide it any longer,Dochter, itt is Tymme now to tell thee
Renaud is dead and buried.Renawde is deid an buryit ffor lang.
  
Since King Renaud is dead,Syn Kynge Renawde is buryit an deid
Here is the key to my treasures.heres the Lutyll to a' my Gowd an Rynges.
Take my rings and my jewels,O tak a' my Rynges o tak a' my Joyes
Take care of Renaud's son.O tak a' thy Care foor Renawdes Sonne.
  
Earth, open up, earth burst open,O Earth, oppen wide, o Earth berst in twa
Let me join Renaud, my king!lett mee rejoyne Renawde my Kynge!
Earth opened up, earth burst open,An Earth opnit wide an Earth barst in twa
And so was the beauty swallowed.an sae was a' that beautë engoulfryt.


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