|Lidové písně - Anglické||[-] Transpozícia [+] Tlač textu  |
Lidové písně - Anglické
Arise, arise, you drowsy sleeper, Awake, awake, it's almost day. O come into your bedroom window And hear what your true love do say. Begone, begone, you'll wake my mother, My father, too, will quickly hear. Go tell your tales unto some other, And whisper softly in her ear. O then, O then, go ask your father If he'll consent you my bride to be. If he denies you, come and tell me For it's the last time I'll visit thee. My father's in his chamber, writing, And setting down his merchandise, And in his hand he holds a letter And it speaks much to your dispraise. To my dispraise, love, to my dispraise, To my dispraise, love, how could it be ? I never slighted, nor yet denied you. Until this night you've denied me. It's then, O then, go ask your mother If she'll consent you my bride to be. If she denies you, come and tell me For it's the last time I'll visit thee. My mother's in her chamber, sleeping, And words of love she will not hear, So you may go and court another And whisper softly in her ear.