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1
"The wind doth blow today, my love,
And a few small drops of rain;
I never had but one true-love,
In cold grave she was lain."
2
"I'll do as much for my true-love
As any young man may;
I'll sit and mourn all at her grave
For a twelvemonth and a day."
3
For a twelvemonth and a day being up
The dead began to speak:
"Oh, who sits weaping on my grave,
And will not let me sleep?"
4
"Tis I, my love, sits on your grave,
And will not let you sleep;
For I crave one kiss of your clay-cold lips,
And that is all I seek."
5
"You crave one kiss of my clay-cold lips,
But my breath smells earthy strong;
If you have one kiss of my clay-cold lips,
Your time will not be long."
6
"Tis down in yonder garden green,
Love, where we used to walk,
The finest flower that ere was seen
Is withered to a stalk."
7
"The stalk is withered dry, my love,
So our hearts will decay;
So make yourself content my love,
Till God calls you away."
Примечания:
doth-сильный
mourn-оплакивать, скорбить
сrave-cтрастно желать
clay-cold lips-склизкие, ледяные губы
tis (it is) -это
stalk-стебель
Иногда можно извлекать выгоду и из уроков английского.