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Old Blind Dogs - Kilbogie Лирицс транслатион то енглисх


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Kilbogie


When first he came to Kilbogie town1
With his little doublet coat and his tartan plaid2
First when he came to see his pretty girl
She lay in her bed until the breakfast was ready
 
She said she worked out in the fields
Out in the fields along with her father
But well he knew from her lily white hand
She lay in her bed until breakfast was ready
 
Oh, when the breakfast was laid out
It was laid out and gotten ready
Her mother said up to her
“Have nothing to do with a Highland boy.”
 
So they both went out to take a walk
To take a walk until the dinner was ready
He hoisted her up on his tall horse’s back
And she’s far, far away from her home in Kilbogie
 
When they first came to the Highlands
There was nothing there befitting a lady
There was nobody there to welcome her home
But an bad-tempered old peasant and his old feeble-minded wife
 
Well, one of them called her Lowland Jean
And the other one called her Lowland Jennie
But she called them something even better
It was “my Highland daddy” and “my Highland mommy”
 
Oh, when at last to the Highlands they came
There was nothing there appropriate for a lady
Nothing there to lay down upon
But a small amount of heather and his tartan plaid3
 
“In my father’s house, there are blankets and sheets
And they’re all laid out and prepared
He would be very, very angry
To see me lying here on your tartan plaid.”
 
“In the Highlands we’ve got flocks of sheep
And they are very thick and good-looking
And you will get wool and you can spin
And make me a blanket instead of a plaid.”
 
“Our sheep are good and good enough
But barley fields are more beautiful
They’ll withstand the wind and the rain
When your sheep will die in the wintery weather.”
 
“You will prepare a carriage and horses (for me).”
A carriage and horses was prepared
A carriage and horses to carry her away
And she’s back to her home place in Kilbogie.
 
  • 1. Kilbogie probably refers to an area now known as Kilbagie in Clackmannanshire, near Alloa, in the Lowlands of Scotland
  • 2. a tartan plaidie is a woolen blanket draped over the shoulder traditionally worn by Highlandmen
  • 3. the tartan cloth worn over the shoulder can double as a blanket, with either loose heather or a mattress stuffed with heather, which apparently does not meet the Lowland girl’s standards




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