Ода двойственности

[sestra_kerry]

А вот что, по загадочному стечению обстоятельств, оказалось у меня сегодня в почте:

За что преогромное спасибо _viking_

(Сюрприз №1) I courted that wee girl for many's the long day
And I slighted all others that came in my way
And now she's rewarded me to the last day
She's gone to be wed to another.

So dig me a grave, and dig it down deep
And strew it all over with primrose so sweet
And lay me down easy no more for to weep
Since love was the cause of my ruin.

(Сюрприз №2) The Ploughman he's a bony lad,
His mind is ever true, jo,
His garters knit below his knee,
His bonnet it is blue, jo.

Then up with a, my Ploughman lad,
And hey, my merry Ploughman;
Of all the trades that I love best,
Commend me to the Ploughman.

My Ploughman he comes hame at e'en,
He's aften wat and weary:
Cast off the wat, put on the dry,
And go to bed, my Dearie.

I will wash my Ploughman's close,
And I will dress him early;
I will mak my Ploughman'g bed,
And cheer him late and early.

Then up with a, my Ploughman lad,
And hey, my merry Ploughman;
Of all the trades that I love best,
Commend me to the Ploughman.

Well I’ve been east, and I’ve been west,
I’ve been to Saint Johnston,
The boniest sight that e'er I saw
Was Ploughman laddie dancin.

Snaw-white stocking on his legs,
And silver buckles glancin;
A good blue bannet on his head,
And O but he was handsome!

Commend me to the Barny yard,
Commend me to the Corn, man
I never gat my Coggie fou
Till I met my merry Ploughman!