Adieu to Old England, adieu,
And adieu to some hundreds of pounds.
If the world had been ended when I had been young,
My sorrows I'd never have known.
Once I could drink of the best,
The very best brandy and rum.
Now I am glad of a cup of spring water
That flows from town to town.
Once I could eat of good bread,
Good bread that was made of good wheat.
Now I am glad with a hard mouldy crust
And glad that I got it to eat.
Once I could lie on a good bed,
A good bed that was made of soft down.
Now I am glad of a clot of clean straw
To keep myself from the cold ground.
Once I could ride in my carriage,
With servants to drive me along.
Now I'm in prison, in prison so strong
Not knowing which way I can turn.
(repeat first verse)
Shirley Collins еще тексты
Оценка текста
Статистика страницы на pesni.guru ▼
Просмотров сегодня: 2