Farewell to old Bedford

[piggymouse]

Вдогонку, прекрасные лириксы к прекрасной песне, которую так проникновенно поёт Тим Эриксен. Текст придётся по сердцу всем алкоголикам в т.ч. выходного дня, а мне к тому же, как бывашему скрипачу, особенно близок последний куплет.

Farewell to old Bedford; I'm bound for to leave you,
Likewise those pretty girls I nevermore shall see.
My portion is small but I truly confess it —
What little I have, it is all my own.

Well might I have enjoyed it, all in pleasure
If my cruel parents had left me alone;
I will drown away sorrow in a full-flowing bumper,
I will drown away sorrow in a bottle of wine.

Eight drams a bottle is, and I don't care for folly.
Now never let trouble come into your mind;
I will drown her away in a full-flowing bumper,
I will drown away sorrow in a bottle of wine.

Eight drams a bottle is, and I don't care for folly —
I play on my fiddle and dance all the time.
My fingers are frozen, my bow it needs rosin,
My soundpost is down, and my bridge it won't stand.