Коллекции загружаются
И, минутка народной музыки:
In behint yon auld fail dyke, I wot there lies a new slain knight; And naebody kens that ‘e lies there, But ‘is hawk, ‘is hound, and lady fair-o. ‘is hound is to the hunting gane, ‘is hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, ‘is lady's taen another mate, So we may mak our dinner sweet-o. Ye'll sit on ‘is white hause-bane, And I'll pike out ‘is bonny blue een; Wi ae lock o ‘is gowden hair We'll theek our nest when it grows bare. Mony a one for ‘im makes mane, But nane sall ken where ‘e is gane; Oer ‘is white banes, when they are bare, The wind sall blaw for evermair. #скрыт 20 ноября 2015
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