Текст песни «Bonny Bunch Of Roses» от Richard Thompson

Представляем точный текст композиции "Bonny Bunch Of Roses" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Richard Thompson . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Bonny Bunch Of Roses» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Richard Thompson передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.

Richard Thompson - "Bonny Bunch Of Roses"

Lyrics to Bonny Bunch Of Roses :

By the margin of the ocean,

One pleasant ev;ning in the month of June,

When all those feathered songsters

Their liquid notes did sweetly tune,

Twas there I spied a female,

And on her features the signs of woe,

Conversing with young Bonaparte,

Concerning the Bonny Bunch of Roses, O. 

2. Then up speaks young Napoleon,

And takes his mother by the hand,

Saying: "Mother dear, be patient

Until Im able to take command;

And Ill raise a mighty army,

And through tremendous dangers go,

And I will never return again till

Ive conquered the Bonny Bunch of Roses, O." 



3. When first you saw great Bonaparte,

You fell upon your bended knee,

And you asked your fathers life of him,

He granted it right manfully.

And twas then he took his army,

And oer the frozen Alps did go,

And he said: "Ill conquer Moscow,

And return for the Bonny Bunch of Roses, O." 



4. He took three hundred thousand men,

And kinds likewise to bear his train,

He was so well provided for,

That he could sweep the world for gain;

But when he came to Moscow,

He was overpowered by the sleet and snow,

With Moscow all a-blazing,

And he lost the Bonny Bunch of Roses, O. 



5. "Now son, be not too venturesome,

For England is the heart of oak,

And England, Ireland, Scotland,

Their unity shall neer be broke;

Remember your brave father,

In Saint Helena he lies low,

And if you follow after,

Beware of the Bonny Bunch of Roses, O." 



6. "O mother, adieu forever,

For now I lie on my dying bed,

If I lived Id have been clever,

But now I droop my youthful head;

But when our bones lie mouldering

And weeping willow oer us grow,

The name of young Napoleon

Will enshrine the Bonny Bunch of Roses, O."


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