Текст (слова) песни: Burns Robert - The Chevaliers Lament
The Chevalier`s Lament (Robert Burns) The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning, The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro` the vale, The primroses blow in the dews of the morning, And wild scatter`d cowslips bedeck the green dale: But what can give pleasure, or what can seem fair, When the lingering moments are number`d by care ? No flow`rs gaily springing, nor birds sweetly singing, Can soothe the sad bosom of joyless despair! The deed that I dar`d, could it merit their malice, A king and a father to place on his throne ? His right are these hills, and his right are those valleys, Where the wild beasts find shelter, tho I can find none! But `tis not my suff`rings this wretched, forlorn- My brave gallant friends,`Tis your ruin I mourn! Your faith prov`d so loyal in hot bloody trial, Alas! can I make it no better return? tune: Captain Okean (220) filename[ CHVLAMNT play.exe CHVLAMNT ARB ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===
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