Текст песни Gemma Ward - My Jolly Sailor Bold
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My Jolly Sailor Bold Мой лихой моряк Upon one summer's morning Одним летним утром I carefully did stray Я улизнула из дому Down by the Walls of Wapping И гуляла по Вапинг-Уолл, Where I met a sailor gay. Где встретила моряка. Conversing with a young lass Он стоял с девицей, Who seem'd to be in pain, Причитавшей в отчаянии: Saying, William, when you go "Уильям, если ты уйдешь, I fear you'll ne'er return again. То, боюсь, больше не вернешься". His hair it hangs in ringlets У него крутые кудри His eyes as black as coal И угольно-черный взгляд. My happiness attend him Мое счастье в том, чтобы следовать за ним, Wherever he may go. Куда бы он ни направился. From Tower Hill to Blackwall Я будут ходить от Тауэр-Хилла и до Блэкуолл, I'll wander, weep and moan Рыдая и стеная All for my jolly sailor По моему лихому моряку до тех пор, Until he sails home. Пока он не приплывет домой. My father is a merchant Пришло время во всем признаться The truth I now will tell Батюшке, купцу, And in great London City Живущему в довольстве In opulence doth dwell. В огромном Лондоне. His fortune doth exceed У него за душой - 300,000 gold Триста тысяч золотых, And he frowns upon his daughter Он хмурится и злится на дочь, Who loves a sailor bold. Полюбившую лихого моряка. A fig for his riches Я отреклась от всех богатств, His merchandise and gold Всего приданного и злата. True love has grafted my heart Истинная любовь вживлена в мою грудь, Give me my sailor bold. Прошу только, верните моего лихого моряка. Should he return in pov'rty Когда он вернется в нищету From o'er the ocean far Из далекого плавания, To my tender bosom Я прижму моего веселого морехода I'll press my jolly tar. К нежной груди. My sailor is as smiling Мой моряк улыбчив, As the pleasant month of May Как теплый майский день. And often we have wandered В былые дни мы часто бродили Through Ratcliffe Highway По Рэдклифф Хайвэй, Many a pretty blooming Встречая цветущих Young girl we did behold Юных дев, Reclining on the bosom Прильнувших к груди Of her jolly sailor bold. Своих лихих моряков. My name it is Maria Зовут меня Мария, A merchant's daughter fair Купеческая дочь. And I have left my parents Я отреклась от родительского дома And three thousand pounds a year И трех тысяч годовых. Come all you pretty fair maids Честные девы, Whoever you may be Кем бы вы ни были, Who love a jolly sailor Если любите веселого моряка, That plows the raging sea Бороздящего неукротимое море, подходите While up aloft in storm В шторм From me his absence mourn Ко мне, оплакивающей одиночество And firmly pray arrive the day И молящейся о том, чтобы настал день, He's never more to roam. Когда он больше не уплывет My heart is pierced by Cupid Амур пронзил мне сердце, I disdain all glittering gold Я презрела сверкающее злато. There is nothing can console me Ничто не в силах принести утешение, But my jolly sailor bold. Кроме моего лихого моряка. There is nothing can console me Ничто не в силах принести утешение, But my jolly sailor bold. Кроме моего лихого моряка. |
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My Jolly Sailor Bold
My dashing sailter
Upon One Summer's Morning
One summer morning
I CareeFully Did Stray
I slipped out of the house
Down by the Walls of Wapping
And walked around Waping Wall,
Where i Met A Sailor Gay.
Where met the sailor.
Conversion with A Young Lass
He stood with the maiden
WHO SEEM'D TO BE IN PAIN
Desperate:
Saying, William, WHEN YOU GO
"William, if you leave
I Fear You'll Ne'er Return Again.
Then, I'm afraid you will not return anymore. "
His Hair IT Hangs in Ringlets
He has cool curls
HIS EYES AS BLACK AS COAL
And coal-black look.
My Happy ATTEND HIM
My happiness is to follow him,
Wherever He May Go.
Wherever he goes.
From Tower Hill to Blackwall
I will walk from Tower Hill to Blacolel,
I'LL WANDER, WEEP AND MOAN
Scoying and wall
All for My Jolly Sailor
In my dear sailor until
Until He Sails Home.
While he is not sailing home.
My Father Is a Merchant
It's time to admit
THE TRUTH I NOW WILL TELL
Batyushka, merchant,
AND IN GREAT LONDON CITY
Living in contentment
In Opulence Doth Dwell.
In a huge London.
His Fortune Doth Exceed
He has a soul -
300,000 GOLD.
Three hundred thousand gold,
And He Frowns Upon His Daughter
He frowns and is angry with her daughter,
Who Loves a Sailor Bold.
Lovely lighted sailor.
A Fig for His Riches
I renounced all wealth
HIS Merchandise and Gold
Total attached and Zlata.
True Love Has Grafted My Heart
True love is implanted into my chest,
Give Me My Sailor Bold.
I ask only, return my dear sailor.
Should He Return in Pov'rty
When he returns to poverty
From O'er The Ocean Far
From distant swimming
To My Tender Bosom
I press my cheerful Moreler
I'll Press My Jolly Tar.
To tender chest.
My Sailor IS AS SMILING
My sailor smile
AS THE PLEASANT MONTH OF MAY
How warm May day.
Andten We Have Wandered
In the old days we often wandered
Through Ratcliffe Highway.
On Radcliffe Highway,
Many A Pretty Blooming
Meeting blooming
Young Girl We Did Behold
Young girls
RECLINING ON THE BOSOM
Adopted to the chest
Of Her Jolly Sailor Bold.
His dashing sailors.
My Name IT Is Maria
My name is Maria,
A MERCHANT'S DAUGHTER FAIR
Merchant daughter.
And I Have Left My Parents
I renounced the parent house
And Three Thousand Pounds a Year
And three thousand per annum.
Come All You Pretty Fair Maids
Honest Virgin
Whorever you may be be
Whoever you are
WHO LOVE A JOLLY SAILOR
If you love a fun sailor,
That Plows The Raging Sea
Furrowing indomitable sea, come
While Up Aloft In Storm
In a storm
From Me His Absence Mourn
To me mourning loneliness
AND FIRMLY PRAY ARRIVE THE DAY
And praying to come the day
HE'S NEVER MORE TO ROAM.
When he no longer pops up
My Heart Is Pierced by Cupid
Amur pierced my heart
I DISDAIN ALL GLITERING GOLD
I despised sparkling goldo.
There Is Nothing Can Console Me
Nothing in the absence of consolation,
But My Jolly Sailor Bold.
In addition to my dear sailor.
There Is Nothing Can Console Me
Nothing in the absence of consolation,
But My Jolly Sailor Bold.
In addition to my dear sailor.
