b_a_n_s_h_e_e (b_a_n_s_h_e_e) wrote,
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Сегодня читали рассказ Джойса "The Dead" Там упоминается песня "Дева из Огрима," по мотивам которой Бернс написал "Лорда Грегори," которого потом спела Мельница. Вот такой ассоциативный ряд.
Нужно сохранить себе на память.

Lass of Aughrim

I am a king's daughter who's strayed from Cappoquin
In search of Lord Gregory, pray God I find him.

"The rain beats at my yellow locks, the dew wets my skin,
My babe is cold in my arms; Lord Gregory let me in."

"Lord Gregory's not at home me dear, henceforth he can't be seen.
He's gone to bonny Scotland to bring home a new queen.

"So leave you these windows and likewise this hall
For it's deep in the ocean you must hide your downfall."

"Who'll shoe my babe's little feet, who'll put gloves on her hand?
Who'll tie my babe's middle with a long and green band?

"Who'll comb my babe's yellow locks with an ivory comb?
Who'll be my babe's father till Lord Gregory comes home?"

"I'll shoe your babe's little feet, I'll put gloves on her hand.
I'll tie your babe's middle with a long and green band.

"I'll comb your babe's yellow locks with an ivory comb.
I'll be my babe's father till Lord Gregory comes home."

"So leave you these windows and likewise this hall
For its deep in the ocean you must hide your downfall."

"You remember Lord Gregory that night in Cappoquin
We changed silken handkerchiefs and all against my will.

"Yours were of fine linen, love, and mine was all cloth;
Yours cost one guinea, love, and mine none at all.

"You remember Lord Gregory that night in my father's hall
We changed rings on our fingers and that was worse than all.

"Yours were of fine silver, love, and mine was old tin;
Yours cost one guinea, love, and mine just one cent."

"But leave you these windows and likewise this hall
For it's deep in the ocean you must hide your downfall."

"My curse is on you mother and sister also,
Tonight the curse of Aughrim came knocking at my door."

"Lie down my little son, lie down and sleep,
Tonight the lass of Aughrim lies sleeping in the deep."

"Saddle me the brown horse, the black or the grey,
But saddle me the best horse in my stable this day."

"And I'll roam over the valleys and the mountains so wild
Till I find the lass of Aughrim and lie by her side."

"Oh, leave you these windows and likewise this hall
For its deep in the ocean you must hide your downfall."



Burns, Lord Gregory

O mirk, mirk is this midnight hour,
And loud the tempest's roar;
A waefu' wanderer seeks thy tower,
Lord Gregory, ope thy door.
An exile frae her father's ha',
And a' for loving thee;
At least some pity on me shaw,
If love it may na be.

Lord Gregory, mind'st thou not the grove
By bonie Irwine side,
Where first I own'd that virgin love
I lang, lang had denied.
How aften didst thou pledge and vow
Thou wad for aye be mine!
And my fond heart, itsel' sae true,
It ne'er mistrusted thine.

Hard is thy heart, Lord Gregory,
And flinty is thy breast:
Thou bolt of Heaven that flashest by,
O, wilt thou bring me rest!
Ye mustering thunders from above,
Your willing victim see;
But spare and pardon my fause Love,
His wrangs to Heaven and me.
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