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Текст песни «Lord Thomas Of Winesberry And» от Barbara Dickson

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Lyrics to Lord Thomas Of Winesberry And : For more than seven years the king he staid Into the land of Spain, And seven years True Thomas was His daughters chamberlain. What aileth you, my daughter Janet, You look sae pale and wan' Yeve either been sick, and very, very sick, Or else ye hae lain wi a man. Or else ye hae lain wi a man. There is no dreder in my heart, Nor do I love a man; But it is for your lang, lang byding awae Into the land of Spain. Yell cast aff your bonny brown gown, And lay it on a stone, And Ill tell ye, my dear Janet, If ever ye loved a man. Shes cast aff her bonny brown gown, And laid it on a stone; Her belly it was big, her twa sides high, Her colour it was quite gane. O is it to a man and a man o might, Or is it to a man thats mean' O it is to Thomas o Winsberry, That cannae longer len. O where are all my wall-wight men, That I pay meat and fee, That will gae for Thomas o Winesberry, And bring him here to me' High hanged he shall be. Shes turnd her right and round about, The tears blinded her ee: If ye do any ill to True Thomas, Yell never get gude o me. When Thomas came before the king He glanced like the fire; His hair was like the threads o gold, His eyes like crystal clear. It was nae wonder, my daughter Janet, Altho ye loved this man; If he were a woman, as he is a man, My bed-fellow he would been. My bed-fellow he would been. O will ye marry my daughter Janet' The truths in your right hand; Yes hae some o my gold, and some o my gear, And the twelfth part o my land. Its I will marry your daughter Janet; The truths in my right hand; Ill hae nane o your gold, nor nane o your gear, Ive enough in my ane land. But I will marry your daughter Janet With thirty ploughs and three, And four and twenty bonny breast-mills, All on the water o Dee. All on the water o Dee. [ Lord Thomas Of Winesberry And Lyrics ]

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