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  • Go Down, Moses

  • О, Че. Моё сердце принадлежит этому мужчине.


  • I am a young maiden, my story is sad
    For once I was carefree and in love with a lad
    He courted me sweetly by night and by day
    But now he has left me and gone far away

    Oh if I was a blackbird, could whistle and sing
    I'd follow the vessel my true love sails in
    And in the top rigging I would there build my nest
    And I'd flutter my wings o'er his broad golden chest

    He sailed o'er the ocean, his fortune to seek
    I missed his caresses and his kiss on my cheek
    He returned and I told him my love was still warm
    He turned away lightly and great was his scorn

    He offered to take me to Donnybrook Fair
    To buy me fine ribbons, tie them up in my hair
    He offered to marry and to stay by my side
    But then in the morning he sailed with the tide

    My parents they chide me, and will not agree
    Saying that me and my true love married should never be
    Ah but let them deprive me, or let them do what they will
    While there's breath in my body, he's the one that I love still

    Male perspective...

    I am a young sailor, my story is sad
    For once I was carefree and a bold sailor lad
    I courted a lassie by night and by day
    But now she has left me and gone far away

    Oh if I was a blackbird, could whistle and sing
    I'd follow the vessel my true love sails in
    And in the top rigging I would there build my nest
    And I'd flutter my wings o'er her lily-white breast

    Or if I was a scholar and could handle a pen
    One secret love letter to my true love I'd send
    And I'd tell of my sorrow, my grief and my pain
    Since she's gone and left me in yon flowery glen

    I sailed o'er the ocean, my fortune to seek
    Though I missed her caress and her kiss on my cheek
    I returned and I told her my love was still warm
    But she turned away lightly and great was her scorn

    I offered to take her to Donnybrook Fair
    And to buy her fine ribbons to tie up her hair
    I offered to marry and to stay by her side
    But she said in the morning she sailed with the tide

    My parents they chide me, and will not agree
    Saying that me and my false love married should never be
    Ah but let them deprive me, or let them do what they will
    While there's breath in my body, she's the one that I love still



































  • Go Down, Moses

  • О, Че. Моё сердце принадлежит этому мужчине.



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