Текст песни Burns Robert - Awa Whigs Awa
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AWA` WHIGS AWA`(Robert Burns)Our thrissles flourish`d fresh and fair, And bonie bloom`d our roses;But Whigs cam like a frost in June, An wither`d a our posies.CHORUSAwa, Whigs, awa! Awa, Whigs, awa!Ye`re but a pack o traitor louns, Ye`ll do nae guid at a`.Our ancient crown`s fa`n in the dust; Deil blin` them wi the stoure o`t,An write their names in the black beuk Wha gae the Whigs the power o`t!& chOur sad decay in church and state Surpasses my descriving:The Whig cam o`er us for a curse, An we hae done wi thriving.& chGrim Vengeance lang has taen a nap, But we may see him waukin:Gude help the day when Royal heads Are hunted like a maukin!& chtune: Awa whigs awa (303)filename[ AWAWHIGSplay.exe AWAWHIGSARB===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===