Текст песни Burns Robert - Fete Champetre
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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, manShe 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[FCHMPTREplay.exe FCHMPTREARB===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===