Текст песни Burns Robert - The Chevaliers Lament
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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[ CHVLAMNTplay.exe CHVLAMNTARB===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===