Текст песни Sarah Hook - Bonnie George Campbell
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Hie upon Hielands,And laigh upon Tay,
Bonny George Campbell
Rade out on a day:
Saddled and bridled,
Sae gallant to see,
Hame cam' his gude horse,
But never cam' he.
Down ran his auld mither,
Greetin' fu' sair;
Out ran his bonny bride,
Reaving her hair;
"My meadow lies green,
And my corn is unshorn,
My barn is to bigg,
And my babe is unborn."
Saddled and bridled
And booted rade he;
A plume in his helmet,
A sword at his knee;
But toom cam' his saddle
A' bluidy to see,
О hame cam' his gude horse.
But never cam' he!
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Перевод Игн. Ивановского
Горной тропинкой,
По выступам скал
Смелый Джордж Кемпбелл
На бой ускакал.
В пене, в поту,
Раздувая бока,
Конь возвратился
Без седока.
Горько рыдает
Старая мать,
Плачет невеста,
Упав на кровать.
"Сена тебе
На лугах не косить!
Сына тебе
На руках не носить!"
Перья на шлеме
И меч у бедра -
Что за герой
Выезжал со двора!
Кровь на седле,
И висят повода.
Он не вернется
Уже никогда.
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Hie Upon Hielands,And Laigh Upon Tay,
Bonny George Campbell.
Rade Out on a day:
Saddled and Bridled,
Sae Gallant to See
Hame Cam 'His Gude Horse
But Never Cam 'He.
DOWN RAN HIS AULD MITHER,
Greetin 'Fu' Sair;
Out Ran His Bonny Bride
REAVING HER HAIR;
"MY MEADOW LIES GREEN,
And My Corn Is Unshorn,
My Barn Is To Bigg,
And My Babe Is Unborn. "
Saddled and bridled
And booted rade he;
A plume in His Helmet,
A Sword At His Knee;
But toom Cam 'His Saddle
A 'blumid to see
ABOUT HAME CAM 'HIS GUDE HORSE.
But Never Cam 'He!
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Translation of igne. Ivanovsky
Mountain path,
On the protrusions of the cliffs
Brave George Campbell
On the battle row.
In foam, in sweat,
Inflatable Boca
Horse returned
Without saddle.
Gorky flies
Old mother
Crying bride
Falling on the bed.
"Sena you
In the meadows do not mow!
Son to you
Do not wear in your hands! "
Feathers on the helmet
And the sword of the hip -
What a hero
Routed from the courtyard!
Blood on the saddle,
And hang a reason.
He will not return
Never.