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Andvary 10.11.2005 01:13 |
Нужен текст песни Wolfe Tones "The Rights Of Man" с альбома "Teddy Bear's Head". Весь вечер прокопался, не могу найти... :(
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Исаев 10.11.2005 01:25 |
Rights of Man
(James Connoly) I speak with candour one night in slumber, My mind did wander near to Athlone, To that centre station of the Irish nation, Where a congregation unto me was shown, Beyond my counting upon a mountain, Near to a fountain that clearly ran, The earth did tremble I'll not dissemble, As they assembled for the Rights of Man. All clad in green I thought I seen, A virtuous Queen that was grave and old, Saying children dear do not fear, But come and hear what I will unfold, This fertile country for seven centuries, Since Strongbow's entry into our land, Has been kept under by foes outnumbered, And robbed and plundered of the Rights of Man. My cause you chided and so derided, When all divided alas you know, And in disorder round Erin's border, Strife grief and murder has laid you low, Let each communion detest disunion, And in love and union join hand in hand, Believe in Graine and proud Britannia, No more shall rob you of the Rights of Man. Through the azure sky I then did spy, A man to fly and he fast descends, Straightway comes down upon the ground, Where Erin round had her bosom friends, His dazzling mitre and cross was brighter, Than the stars at night or the midday sun, And in accents rare I do declare, He prayed success unto the Rights of Man. When his prayer was ended he condescended, His hand to lend it in freedom's cause, He said I'll aid you and always lead you, And still persuade you to Christian laws. When in affliction or sad restriction, My benediction with uplifted hand, I may explain it you shall obtain it, And always gain it with the Rights of Man. Then the population and congregation, In exultation agreed to part, They shook hands like brothers and kissed each other, While friends smothered each Irish heart. They separated, exhilarated, And animated at what went on, And as day was breaking poor Shiels awaking, Cried still be true unto the Rights of Man. |
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Andvary 10.11.2005 11:03 |
Спасибо, Анатолий, я твой должник. :)
Кстати, в том варианте, который я сейчас слушаю, слова как всегда немного изменены (минимум 2 куплета совершенно другие :)) |
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Andvary 11.11.2005 01:26 |
Поиски, кстати говоря, продолжаются. Авторство Джэймса Конноли мною пока не подтверждено, но вот несколько ОЧЕНЬ СТАРЫХ образчиков текста я нашёл... :) Горжусь собой.
Вот, к примеру, один: http://bodley24.bodley.ox.ac.uk/cgi-bin/acwwweng/ballads/image.pl?ref=2806+b.9(62)&id=11904.gif&seq=1&size=0 |
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Andvary 11.11.2005 02:33 |
В результате после часа перепечатывания вышло примерно так:
Rights of Man I speak with candour one night in slumber, My mind did wander near to Athlone, To that centre station of the Irish nation, Where a congregation unto me was shown, Beyond my counting upon a mountain, Near to a fountain that clearly ran, The earth did tremble I'll not dissemble, As they assembled for the Rights of Man. All clad in green I thought I seen, A virtuous Queen that was grave and old, Saying children dear do not fear, But come and hear what I will unfold, This fertile country for seven centuries, Since Strongbow's entry into our land, Has been kept under by foes outnumbered, And robbed and plundered of the Rights of Man. My cause you chided and so derided, When all divided alas you know, And in disorder round Erin's border, Strife grief and murder has laid you low, Let each communion detest disunion, And in love and union join hand in hand, Believe in Grannua and proud Britannia, No more shall rob you of the Rights of Man. Than I thought the crowd all spoke so loud And straightway vowed to take her advice They seemed delighted and all united Not to be frightened but to rejoice Her harp so pleasing she sang amazing I still kept gazing but could not understand She sang most enchanting and most endearing In words most cheering to the Rights of Man Through the azure sky I then did spy, A man to fly and he fast descends, Straightway comes down upon the ground, Where Erin round had her bosom friends, His dazzling mitre and cross was brighter, Than the stars at night or the midday sun, And in accents rare I do declare, He prayed success unto the Rights of Man. When his prayer was ended he condescended, His hand to lend it in freedom's cause, He said I'll aid you and always lead you, And still persuade you to Christian laws. When in affliction or sad restriction, My benediction with uplifted hand, I may explain it you shall obtain it, And always gain it with the Rights of Man. For their inspection and clear direction And grand discretion the three-leafed plant He elevated and consecrated And this repeated do not recant But still look to it and still review it Let none subdue it – It’s Three in One To prove it’s unity in that community That holds the lenity to the Rights of Man He straightway blessed and than caressed But still impressed them to persevere When a rustling wind that seemed quite unkind Wafted this liqund through the liquid air Than Grannua fluttered and three words muttered It’ll brake your fetters before it’s long Away he flew and bade them adieu Saying I’ll be true to the Rights of Man When the population and congregation, In exultation agreed to part, They shook hands like brothers and kissed each other, While friendship smothered each Irish heart. They separated, exhilarated, And animated at what went on, And as day was breaking poor Shiel’s awaking, Crying still be true unto the Rights of Man. |