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2009-07-16 23:24:30 Оригинално изпълнение на: Traditional Irish / Steeleye Span
Вокали, звук: Калин Сивов
As I was walking all alane,
I heard twa corbies makin' mane.
And tane intae the tither did say, O,
"Where shall we gang and dine the day, O,
Where shall we gang and dine the day?"
"In behind yon oul fail dyke
I wot there lies a new slain knight,
an naebody kens that he lies there, O,
but his hawk and his hound and his lady fair, O,
his hawk and his hound and his lady fair".
"His hound is tae the haunting gane,
his hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame,
his lady's ta'en another mate, O,
so we may mak our dinner sweet, O
we may mak our dinner sweet".
"Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane,
and I'll pike out his bonny blue e'en,
with many a lock of his golden hair, O
we'll theek oor nest when it grows bare, O,
theek oor nest when it grows bare".
Mony a one for him maks mane,
but nane shall ken where he is gane,
o'er his white bones when they are bare, O,
the wind shall blaw for evenmair, O,
the wind shall blaw for evenmair.
The Two Crows - http://www.twocrows.co.uk/twa_corbies.html
As I was walking all alone,
I heard two crows (or ravens) making a moan;
One said to the other,
"Where shall we go and dine today?"
"In behind that old turf wall,
I sense there lies a newly slain knight;
And nobody knows that he lies there,
But his hawk, his hound and his lady fair."
"His hound is to the hunting gone,
His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl home,
His lady's has taken another mate,
So we may make our dinner sweet."
"You will sit on his white neck-bone,
And I'll peck out his pretty blue eyes;
With one lock of his golden hair
We'll thatch our nest when it grows bare."
"Many a one for him is moaning,
But nobody will know where he is gone;
Over his white bones, when they are bare,
The wind will blow for evermore."
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