Текст (слова) песни: Burns Robert - The Battle Of Sherramoor

The Battle of Sherra-moor
(Robert Burns)
`O, cam ye here the fight to shun,
Or herd the sheep wi` me, man?
Or were ye at the Sherra-moor,
Or did the battle see, man?`
`I saw the battle, sair and teugh,
And reekin-red ran monie a sheugh;
My heart, for fear, gae sough for sough,
To hear the thuds, and see the cluds
O clans frae woods, in tartan duds,
Wha glaum`d at kingdoms three, man.
La, la, la, la, etc.
`The red-coat lads wi black cockauds,
To meet them were na slaw, man;
They rush`d and push`d, and bluid outgush`d,
And monie a bouk did fa`, man!
The great Argyle led on his files,
I wat they glanc`d for twenty miles;
They hough`d the clans like nine-pin kyles,
They hack`d and hash`d, while braid-swords clashed,
And thro they dash`d, and hew`d and smash`d,
Till fey men died awa, man.
La, la, la, la, etc.
`But had ye seen the philibegs,
And skyrin tartan trews, man;
When in the teeth they daur`d our Whigs,
And Covenant trueblues, man!
In lines extended lang and large,
When baig`nets o`erpower`d the targe,
And thousands hasten`d to the charge,
Wi` Highland wrath and frae the sheath
Drew blades o` death, till, out o` breath.
They fled like frightened dows, man!`
La, la, la, la, etc.
`O how Deil, Tam, can that be true ?
The chase gaed frae the north, man!
I saw mysel, they did pursue
The horseman back to Forth, man:
And at Dunblane, in my ain sight,
They took the brig wi` a` their might,
And straught to Stirling wing`d their flight;
But, cursed lot! the gates were shut,
And monie a huntit poor red-coat,
For fear amaist did swarf, man!`
La, la, la, la, etc.
My sister Kate came up the gate
Wi` crowdie unto me, man:
She swoor she saw some rebels run
To Perth and to Dundee, man!
Their left-hand general had nae skill;
The Angus lads had nae good will
That day their neebors` bluid to spill;
For fear, by foes, that they should lose
Their cogs o brose; they scar`d at blows,
And hameward fast did flee, man.
La, la, la, la, etc.
`They`ve lost some gallant gentlemen,
Amang the Highland clans, man!
I fear my Lord Panmuir is slain,
Or in his en`mies`hands, man.
Now wad ye sing this double flight,
Some fell for wrang, and some for right,
But monie bade the world guid-night;
Say, pell and mell, wi muskets` knell
How Tories fell, and Whigs to Hell
Flew off in frightened bands, man!
La, la, la, la, etc.
tune: Cameronian Rant (308)
filename[ SHRRAMUR
play.exe SHRRAMUR
ARB
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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Burns Robert - The Battle Of Sherramoor The Battle of Sherra-moor (Robert Burns) `O, cam ye here the fight to shun, Or herd the sheep wi` me, man? Or were ye at the Sherra-moor, Or did the battle see, man?` `I saw the battle, sair and teugh, And reekin-red ran monie a sheugh; My heart, for fear, gae sough for sough, To hear the thuds, and see the cluds O clans frae woods, in tartan duds, Wha glaum`d at kingdoms three, man. La, la, la, la, etc. `The red-coat lads wi black cockauds, To meet them were na slaw, man; They rush`d and push`d, and bluid outgush`d, And monie a bouk did fa`, man! The great Argyle led on his files, I wat they glanc`d for twenty miles; They hough`d the clans like nine-pin kyles, They hack`d and hash`d, while braid-swords clashed, And thro they dash`d, and hew`d and smash`d, Till fey men died awa, man. La, la, la, la, etc. `But had ye seen the philibegs, And skyrin tartan trews, man; When in the teeth they daur`d our Whigs, And Covenant trueblues, man! In lines extended lang and large, When baig`nets o`erpower`d the targe, And thousands hasten`d to the charge, Wi` Highland wrath and frae the sheath Drew blades o` death, till, out o` breath. They fled like frightened dows, man!` La, la, la, la, etc. `O how Deil, Tam, can that be true ? The chase gaed frae the north, man! I saw mysel, they did pursue The horseman back to Forth, man: And at Dunblane, in my ain sight, They took the brig wi` a` their might, And straught to Stirling wing`d their flight; But, cursed lot! the gates were shut, And monie a huntit poor red-coat, For fear amaist did swarf, man!` La, la, la, la, etc. My sister Kate came up the gate Wi` crowdie unto me, man: She swoor she saw some rebels run To Perth and to Dundee, man! Their left-hand general had nae skill; The Angus lads had nae good will That day their neebors` bluid to spill; For fear, by foes, that they should lose Their cogs o brose; they scar`d at blows, And hameward fast did flee, man. La, la, la, la, etc. `They`ve lost some gallant gentlemen, Amang the Highland clans, man! I fear my Lord Panmuir is slain, Or in his en`mies`hands, man. Now wad ye sing this double flight, Some fell for wrang, and some for right, But monie bade the world guid-night; Say, pell and mell, wi muskets` knell How Tories fell, and Whigs to Hell Flew off in frightened bands, man! La, la, la, la, etc. tune: Cameronian Rant (308) filename[ SHRRAMUR play.exe SHRRAMUR ARB ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY=== Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни The Battle Of Sherramoor: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/37061.html Все тексты песен: Burns Robert » Burns Robert - O Dear Minny What Shall I Do » Burns Robert - I Maun Hae A Wife » Burns Robert - I Sing Of A Whistle » Burns Robert - I Love My Love In Secret » Burns Robert - The Dusty Miller » Burns Robert - Bonie Lesley » Burns Robert - Whistle Oer The Lave Ot » Burns Robert - O Dear Minny What Shall I Do » Burns Robert - Stay My Charmer Can You Leave Me » Burns Robert - Duncan Gray » Burns Robert - When Wild Ward Deadly Blast » Burns Robert - Lady Onlie » Burns Robert - The Humors Of The Glen » Burns Robert - The Silver Tassie » Burns Robert - Duncan Gray » Burns Robert - The Chevaliers Lament » Burns Robert - Peggy Alison » Burns Robert - Where Braving Angry Winters Storms » Burns Robert - Musing On The Roaring Ocean » Burns Robert - Jumpin John Рекомендуем скачать: » Владимир Высоцкий - Рецидивист » Вадим Егоров - Письмо, написанное в ночном автобусе, идущем из Берлина в Дрезден » Вячеслав Рутман - Храни меня огонь... » Вика Цыганова - Гроздья рябины » Валерий Венцлав - Посвящение КСП Поиск » В.Кузьмин - Сказка в моей жизни » Владимир Высоцкий - Сам я вятский уроженец... » Владимир Шандриков - Про подземную вселенную » Вероника Долина - Спокойной ночи, малыши! или Чёрная колыбельная » Виталий Крестовский - Я одинок » Вячеслав Климович - Курортная фантазия » Вадим Егоров - Уплывает год » Вадим Стройкин - Шаги по гулким раздаются коридорам... » Владимир Болотин - Копеечки » Валерия - Только раз бывает в жизни встреча » Владимир Пресняков-младший - Любовь на видео » Валерий Леонтьев - Исповедь » Владимир Борзов - Икар (По картине П.Брейгеля Пейзаж с падением Икара) » Верка Сердючка - Мальчики и девочки » Владимир Высоцкий - У домашних и хищных зверей
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