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Editor: Robert Urmann (submitted 2010-07-28).   Score information: Executive, 3 pages, 142 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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Editor: Jean-Pierre Neel (submitted 2009-11-05).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 44 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: John Anderson, Op. 67, No. 5
Composer: Robert Schumann
Lyricist: Robert Burns trans. Wilhelm Gerhard

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: German
Instruments: a cappella
Published:
Robert Schumann’s Werke. Herausgegeben von Clara Schumann. [Robert Schumann’s works. Ed. Clara Schumann.]
Bd. XII, No. 114 (Heft I). Leipzig: Breitkopf & Härtel, 1887

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Original text and translations

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1. John Anderson, mein Lieb!
Wir haben uns geseh’n,
wie rabenschwarz dein Haar,
die Stirne glatt und schön!
Nun Glätte nicht, noch Locke
der schönen Stirne blieb;
doch segne Gott dein schneeig Haupt,
John Anderson, mein Lieb!

2. John Anderson, mein Lieb!
Wir klommen froh bergauf,
und manchen heitern Tag
begrüßten wir im Lauf.
Nun abwärts Hand in Hand,
froh wie’s bergauf uns trieb,
und unten sel’ges Schlafengeh’n,
John Anderson, mein Lieb!