Текст (слова) песни: Burns Robert - Fete Champetre

FETE CHAMPETRE
(Robert Burns)
O, wha will to Saint Stephen`s House,
To do our errands there, man?
O, wha will to Saint Stephen`s House
O, th` merry lads of Ayr, man?
Or will ye send a man-o-law?
Or will ye send a sodger?
Or him wha led o`er Scotland a`
The meikle Ursa-Major?
Come, will ye court a noble lord,
Or buy a score o` lairds, man?
For Worth and Honour pawn their word.
Their vote shall be Glencaird`s, man.
Ane gies them coin, ane gies them wine,
Anither gies them clatter;
Anbank, wha guess`d the ladies` taste,
He gies a Fete Champetre.
When Love and Beauty heard the news
The gay green-woods amang, man,
Where, gathering flowers, and busking bowers,
They heard the blackbird`s sang, man:
A vow, they seal`d it with a kiss,
Sir Polities to fetter:
As their alone, the patent bliss,
To hold a Fete Champetre.
Then mounted Mirth on gleesome wing,
O`er hill and dale she flew, man;
Ilk wimpling burn, ilk crystal spring,
Ilk glen and shaw she knew, man
She summon`d every social sprite,
That sports by wood or water,
On th` bonie banks of Ayr to meet,
And keep this Fete Champetre.
Cauld Boreas, wi his boisterous crew
Were bound to stakes like kye, man;
And Cynthia`s ear, o silver fu,
Clamb up the starry sky, man:
Reflected beams dwell in the streams,
Or down the current shatter;
The western breeze steals through the trees
To view this Fete Champetre.
How many a robe sae gaily floats,
What sparkling jewels glance, man,
To harmony`s enchanting notes,
As moves the mazy dance, man!
The echoing wood, the winding flood,
Like Paradise did glitter,
When angels met at Adam`s yett
To hold their Fete Champetre.
When Politics came there, to mix
And make his ether-stane, man,
He circled round the magic ground,
But entrance found he nane, man:
He blush`d for shame, he quat his name,
Forswore it, every letter,
Wi humble prayer to join and share
This festive Fete Champetre.
tune:Killicrankie (313)
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play.exe FCHMPTRE
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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Burns Robert - Fete Champetre FETE CHAMPETRE (Robert Burns) O, wha will to Saint Stephen`s House, To do our errands there, man? O, wha will to Saint Stephen`s House O, th` merry lads of Ayr, man? Or will ye send a man-o-law? Or will ye send a sodger? Or him wha led o`er Scotland a` The meikle Ursa-Major? Come, will ye court a noble lord, Or buy a score o` lairds, man? For Worth and Honour pawn their word. Their vote shall be Glencaird`s, man. Ane gies them coin, ane gies them wine, Anither gies them clatter; Anbank, wha guess`d the ladies` taste, He gies a Fete Champetre. When Love and Beauty heard the news The gay green-woods amang, man, Where, gathering flowers, and busking bowers, They heard the blackbird`s sang, man: A vow, they seal`d it with a kiss, Sir Polities to fetter: As their alone, the patent bliss, To hold a Fete Champetre. Then mounted Mirth on gleesome wing, O`er hill and dale she flew, man; Ilk wimpling burn, ilk crystal spring, Ilk glen and shaw she knew, man She summon`d every social sprite, That sports by wood or water, On th` bonie banks of Ayr to meet, And keep this Fete Champetre. Cauld Boreas, wi his boisterous crew Were bound to stakes like kye, man; And Cynthia`s ear, o silver fu, Clamb up the starry sky, man: Reflected beams dwell in the streams, Or down the current shatter; The western breeze steals through the trees To view this Fete Champetre. How many a robe sae gaily floats, What sparkling jewels glance, man, To harmony`s enchanting notes, As moves the mazy dance, man! The echoing wood, the winding flood, Like Paradise did glitter, When angels met at Adam`s yett To hold their Fete Champetre. When Politics came there, to mix And make his ether-stane, man, He circled round the magic ground, But entrance found he nane, man: He blush`d for shame, he quat his name, Forswore it, every letter, Wi humble prayer to join and share This festive Fete Champetre. tune:Killicrankie (313) filename[FCHMPTRE play.exe FCHMPTRE ARB ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY=== Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Fete Champetre: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/51139.html Все тексты песен: Burns Robert » Burns Robert - Dainty Davie » Burns Robert - The Bonie Lass Of Albanie » Burns Robert - Lady Onlie » Burns Robert - Parcel O` Rogues » Burns Robert - Johnny Cope » Burns Robert - The Banks O Doon » Burns Robert - My Peggys Face » Burns Robert - John Barleycorn A Ballad » Burns Robert - Blythe Was She » Burns Robert - When Wild Ward Deadly Blast » Burns Robert - The Banks O Doon » Burns Robert - Duncan Gray » Burns Robert - Johnny Cope » Burns Robert - Laddie Lie Near Me » Burns Robert - Eppie Adair » Burns Robert - Whistle Oer The Lave Ot » Burns Robert - The Lass O Ballochmyle » Burns Robert - Thou Lingering Star » Burns Robert - Ill Mak You Be Fain To Follow Me » Burns Robert - I Sing Of A Whistle Рекомендуем скачать: » Щербина (Фишка) - Па-па-рум
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