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Author: WaterRat |
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Date Posted: Mon, Feb 14 2005, 3:19:54 In reply to: MacRua 's message, "Re: Впечатления" on Mon, Feb 14 2005, 2:28:35 >>Все утро расследовала историю "I'm A Man You Don't >>Meet..", интересно стало, что это за ирландец Джок >>СТЮАРТ и почему пристрелил свою собачку... >>Нашла целый вагон версий начиная с brodsides and >>"Bound to Australia", очень разных. Соображения насчет >>собаки тоже впечатляют.. :))Нашла там еще об известных >>ушах: "...and the ears like a London Cab with the >>doors open..." >>Такие вот пироги... >Возвращаясь к песне :)) >повторюсь: Он шотландец и реальное лицо. И именно эта >версия (с Джоком, собакой и всем остальным) - >шотландская версия, о чем свидетельсвует: >- имя главного героя, >- упоминаемый географические названия >- особенности лексики Now, my name is Jock Stewart I'm a canny gaun man, And a roving young fellow, I've been. So be easy and free When you're drinkin wi' me. I'm a man you don't meet every day. I have acres of land; I have men at command; (And) I have always a shilling to spare. (And many ) Now, I took out my gun, With my dog I did shoot, All down by the River Kildare (banks of the Try) I'm a piper by trade And a roving young blade And many a tune I do play Let us catch well the hours And the minutes that fly And we'll share them together this day So, come fill up your glasses Of brandy and wine, And whatever the cost, I will pay. Ту речку о которой ты писал, нигде не видела, везде River Kildare... А вот еще есть: I've a nice little cabin that's built with mud in the beautiful county Kildare; I've acres of land and men at command and I've always a shilling to spare. Och! I didn't come here boys to look for a job but just a short visit to pay; And as I walk through the streets people say that I meet, "There's a man you don't meet every day." CHORUS. Then call for you glasses, have just what you want and whatever the damage I'll pay; Bhoys, be airy and free when you're drinking wid me, For I'm a man you don't meet every day. When I landed in Glasgow, what a sight met my eyes as I first put my foot on the shore; There was Felix O' Donough, Blind Barney McGurk and around two or three dozen more. Och! murther! you ought to have seen them all stare and then they did all run away; Said I, my spalpeens, do you think I'm a ghost because I'm a man you don't meet every day. I'm in love with a nice little girl in the town and we're going to be married today; And if you come over a twelvemonth from now, a right welcome to you I will pay; And I think I can show you a little spalpeen who will then be able to say To my friends and companions, while pointing me out, "There's a man you don't meet every day." [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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