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Anonymous translation
UPON the fells my flocks I tend; | |
| My gaze on lordly towers I bend: | |
| Here first the morning sun doth gleam; | |
| Here rests his latest evening beam. | |
| I am the son of the mountain. | 5 |
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| The mighty river’s course is here, | |
| From the rock I drink it cold and clear: | |
| It dashes headlong down; below, | |
| With brawny arm I breast its flow. | |
| I am the son of the mountain. | 10 |
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| The lofty mountain is my realm, | |
| Here tempests wildly round me whelm; | |
| From north to south they howl along, | |
| But o’er them all resounds my song: | |
| I am the son of the mountain. | 15 |
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| Beneath I see the lightnings flash; | |
| Beneath I hear the thunders crash; | |
| I know them, and aloud I call: | |
| “Leave ye in peace my father’s hall, | |
| I am the son of the mountain.” | 20 |
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| And when the tocsin soundeth shrill, | |
| And beacons blaze on every hill, | |
| Then I descend, and join the ranks, | |
| And shout, while loud my broadsword clanks: | |
| “I am the son of the mountain.” | 25 |
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