Т.к. френдлента действительно вымерла, думаю, не будет большим грехом разбавить молчание текстом песни. Оно почти совпадает с мои ником и, очень надеюсь, совпадения на этом закончатся, потому что очень уж оно грустное...



I am a young sailor, my story is sad,

Though once I was carefree and a brave sailor lad,

I courted a lassie by night and by day,

Oh but now she has left me,

And sailed far away.



Oh, if I was a blackbird could whistle and sing,

I'd follow the vessel my true love sails in,

And in the top riggin' I would there build my next,

And I'd flutter my wings o'er her lilly white breast.



читать дальшеOr if I was a scholar and could handle the pen

Once secret love letter to my true love I'd send

And tell of my sorrow, my grief and my pain

Since she's gone and left me

In yon flowery glen.



I sailed o'er the ocean, my fortune to seek

Though I missed her caress and her kiss on my cheek

I returned and I told her my love was still warm

but she turned away lightly

And great was her scorn.



I offered to take her to Donnybrook Fair

And to buy her fine ribbons to tie up her hair

I offered to marry and to stay by her side

But she says in the morning

She sails with the tide.



My parents, they chide me, oh they will not agree

Saying that me and my false love, married should never be

Oh let them deprive me, or let them do what they will

While there's breath in my body

She's the one I love still.