воскресенье, 06 декабря 2009
А это
шотландская песенка.
Мне она правда больше нравится в исполнении Silly Wizard, но не апросторах интернета в их исполнении нету.
та же фишка что с баварским-немецким: вроде и понятно о чем, и в то же время нифига не понятно 
Wha'll Be King But Cherlie?
The news frae Moidart that cam' yestreen,
Will soon gar monie ferlie;
For ships o' war hae just cam in,
And landit Royal Charlie.
Chorus
Come thro' the heather, aroond him gather,
Ye're a' the welcomin' earlie;
Aroond him cling wi' a' your kin;
For wha'll be King but Charlie?
2. The Hieland clans, wi' sword in hand,
Frae John o' Groats tae Airlie,
Hae tae a man declred tae stand
Or fa' wi' royal Charlie.
Chorus
3. The lowlands a', baith great an' sma,
Wi' mony a Lord and Laird, hae
Declar'd for Scotia's king an' law,
An speil yer blud for Charlie.
Chorus
4. There's ne'er a lass in a' the lan'
But vows baith late an' early,
She'll ne'er to man gie her heart nor han',
Wha wadna fecht for Charlie.
Chorus
5.And here's a health tae Charlie's cause,
And be't complete an' early;
His very name would warm the hairt:
Tae arms! For Royal Charlie!
Come through the heather, around him gather,
You're a' the welcomer early,
Around him cling wi' a' your kin,
For wha'll be king but Chairlie.
Come through the heather, around him gather,
Come Ronald, come Donald, come a' th' gethir,
And crown him rightful, lawful king,
For wha'll be king but Chairlie
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