Текст (слова) песни: Burns Robert - Cauld Frosty Morning
CAULD FROSTY MORNING (Robert Burns) `Twas past ane o`clock in a cauld frosty morning, When cankert November blaws over the plain, I heard the kirk-bell repeat the loud warning, As, restless, I sought for sweet slumber in vain: Then up I arose, the silver moon shining bright; Mountains and valleys appearing all hoary white; Forth I would go, amid the pale, s`ient night, And visit the Fair One, the cause of my pain.- Sae gently I staw to my lovely Maid`s chamber, And rapp`d at her window, low down on my knee; Begging that she would awauk from sweet slum`ber, Awauk from sweet slumber and pity me: For, that a stranger to a` pleasure, peace and rest, Love into madness ha fired my tortur`d breast; And that I should be of a`men the maist unblest, Unless she would pity my sad miserie! My Truic-love arose and whispered to me, (The moon looked in, an envy`d my Love`s charms;) `An innocent Maiden, ah, would you undo me!` I made no reply, but leapt into her arms: Bright Phebus peep`d over the hills and found me there; As he has done, now, seven lang years and mair: A faithfuller, constanter, kinder, more loving Pair, His sweet-chearing beam nor enlightens nor warms. tune: Cauld frosty morning (294) filename[ FRSTMORN play.exe FRSTMORN ARB ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===
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