English Baroque Soloists - John Eliot Gardiner - Henry Purcell - King Arthur "Your hay it is mow'd" | Текст песни

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• English Baroque Soloists - John Eliot Gardiner
• Henry Purcell - King Arthur "Your hay it is mow'd"

Comus
Your hay it is mow'd and your corn is reap'd,
Your barns will be full and your hovels heap'd.
Come, boys, come,
And merrily roar out our harvest home.

Chorus
Come, boys, come,
And merrily roar out our harvest home.

Comus
We've cheated the parson, we'll cheat him again,
For why shou'd a blockhead have one in ten?
One in ten, one in ten?

All
One in ten, one in ten,
For why shou'd a blockhead have one in ten?

Comus
For prating so long, like a book-learn'd sot,
Till pudding and dumpling are burnt to pot;
Burnt to pot, burnt to pot?

All
Burnt to pot, burnt to pot,
Till pudding and dumpling are burnt to pot.

Comus
We'll toss off our ale till we cannot stand;
And heigh for the honour of old England;
Old England, old England?

All
Old England, old England,
And heigh for the honour of old England.


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