Превод: Сет Lakeman. Кити Jay.
For Seven long years now Down that tunnel and shaft Working out my season. Oh how it better not last, By twenty my hearing, Oh had suffered those days
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Worthy of a friendship lying underneath a stone, He was a proper master, all of a ship his own. For houses and great land many gold in store, I know
It was Monday morning in heavy rain, When Josie went from our house, never back again, Out beyond the hillside where the cattle stand, With her recent
Make us ready boys all with wonder born, We'll guide this fair ship and sail towards the morn, Come on all alas, now here's the master dear, I fear this
The streams of lovely Nancy are divided in three parts, Where young men and maidens meet their long sweethearts, It is drinking of good liquor that has
Poor Kitty Jay such a beauty cast away, This silent prayer it should paint some peace on her grave, Something broke her sleep. Poor Kitty Jay such a
Down on the moor in a green old field, There lies a knight slain under his shield, His hounds they lie down at his feet, So well they can their master
All good people I pray you attend For poor John Lomas his life at an end He was condemned to die. He was a great master, so very kind, But his fair
Farewell my love I think not you less My heart still beats for thee, These empty arms still for your fair rest Those eyes to gaze at me. Don't pity
I'll sing you a song how first we began, Our toils and our troubles our plot and our plan. We left our fair country, our friends and our homes, Across
