Skinny Lister — Forty Pound Wedding tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Well, as I walked down the metal road
With all but forty pounds
Only the bells around my waist
The cut-throats to confound
No sharp-eyed rogue would rob me
No vagabond likewise
And I bet my hide I’ll win my bride with the flashing bright-blue eyes
Well, the first I met was a tinker
With gold rings to sell
Each one cost a tenner
But some looked twice as well
And I said, «That's lucky for me,»
And parted with some cash
To take a golden wedding band
To my deserving lass
Well, as I walked down the metal road
With all but thirty pounds
Only the bells around my waist
The cut-throats to confound
No sharp-eyed rogue would rob me
No vagabond likewise
And I bet my hide I’ll win my bride with the flashing bright-blue eyes
Well, the next I met was a gypsy
She had a yard of Honiton lace
Eyes as brown as berries
With an honest, open face
And I said «That's lucky for me,»
And parted with some cash
To take a beautiful wedding veil
To my deserving lass
Well, as I walked down the metal road
With all but twenty pounds
Only the bells around my waist
The cut-throats to confound
No sharp-eyed rogue would rob me
No vagabond likewise
And I bet my hide I’ll win my bride with the flashing bright-blue eyes
Well, the next I met was an urchin
He had orchids by the score
Blues and reds and yellows
To make the sun feel sore
And I said «That's lucky for me,»
And parted with some cash
To take a rare wedding bouquet
To my deserving lass
Well, as I walked down the metal road
With all but ten pounds
Only the bells around my waist
The cut-throats to confound
No sharp-eyed rogue would rob me
No vagabond likewise
And I bet my hide I’ll win my bride with the flashing bright-blue eyes
Well, the last I met was a farmer
He had a Magnum of champagne
He wanted fifteen guineas
But I clinched it just the same
And I said, «That's lucky for me!
Now we can raise a glass
And drink a sparkling wedding toast
To my deserving lass!»
Well, as Father Reed’s an ignorant man
You can hear him loudly call
«It's a curtain ring on her finger
And her veil’s a gypsy’s shawl
And what a fine bunch of wayside weeds
Fresh-picked from down the lane
And a wedding cup of cider sets us on the road again.»
Well, as I walked down the metal road
With never a weary pound
Only the bells around my waist
The cut-throats to confound
No sharp-eyed rogue would rob me
No vagabond likewise
And I kept my hide and I won my bride with the flashing bright-blue eyes
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Well, as I walked down the metal road
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Tylko dzwony wokół mojej talii
The cut-throats to confound
Żaden bystry łotr by mnie nie okradł.
No vagabond
And I bet my hide I ' ll win my bride with the flashing bright-blue eyes
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Ze złotymi pierścieniami do sprzedania
Każdy kosztował 10 funtów.
Ale niektórzy wyglądali dwa razy lepiej.
A ja na to:,»
I rozstał się z gotówką.
By wziąć złotą obrączkę
To my deserting lass
Well, as I walked down the metal road
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Tylko dzwony wokół mojej talii
The cut-throats to confound
Żaden bystry łotr by mnie nie okradł.
No vagabond
And I bet my hide I ' ll win my bride with the flashing bright-blue eyes
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Miała ogród koronek Honiton.
Oczy brązowe jak jagody
Z uczciwą, otwartą twarzą
A ja na to:,»
I rozstał się z gotówką.
Aby wziąć piękny welon ślubny
To my deserting lass
Well, as I walked down the metal road
/ Align = "left" /
Tylko dzwony wokół mojej talii
The cut-throats to confound
Żaden bystry łotr by mnie nie okradł.
No vagabond
And I bet my hide I ' ll win my bride with the flashing bright-blue eyes
Potem spotkałem jeża.
Miał orchidee.
Blues and reds and yellows
To make the sun feel sore
A ja na to:,»
I rozstał się z gotówką.
Aby wziąć Rzadki bukiet ślubny
To my deserting lass
Well, as I walked down the metal road
/ Align = "left" /
Tylko dzwony wokół mojej talii
The cut-throats to confound
Żaden bystry łotr by mnie nie okradł.
No vagabond
And I bet my hide I ' ll win my bride with the flashing bright-blue eyes
Ostatni raz spotkałem farmera.
Miał Magnum szampana.
Chciał 15 Gwinei.
Ale i tak to załatwiłem.
A ja na to: "na szczęście dla mnie!
Teraz możemy wznieść toast.
I wypij Toast weselny.
Za moją zasługującą dziewczynę!»
Ojciec Reed jest ignorantem.
Słychać jego głośne wołanie.
"To pierścień na jej palcu
A jej welon to Cygański szal
I co za zgraja chwastów przy drodze
Fresh-picked from down the lane
I Ślubna filiżanka cydru znowu wyrusza w drogę.»
Well, as I walked down the metal road
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Tylko dzwony wokół mojej talii
The cut-throats to confound
Żaden bystry łotr by mnie nie okradł.
No vagabond
I trzymałem moją skórę i wygrałem moją pannę młodą z błyskającymi jasnoniebieskimi oczami