Finnegan's Wake

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Кто знает адекватный перевод этой баллады?
Я понимаю почти все, но некоторые места мне непонятны - например, из-за чего началась драка.


Finnegan's Wake

Tim Finnegan lived in Watling Street,
A gentle Irishman - Mighty Odd –
He'd a beautiful brogue So rich and sweet,
to rise in the world He carried a hod,
You see He'd sort of a Trippling way:
with love for a liquor Poor Tim was born,
to help him on with His work each day,
He'd a drop of the Craythor every morn'.

And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your Partner, welt the floor, your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told Ye Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake.

One morning Tim was rather full,
his head felt Heavy, which made him shake,
fell from the Ladder and broke his skull,
so they carried Him home, his corpse to wake,
rolled Him up in a nice clean sheat,
and laided Him upon the bed,
A bottle of Whiskey At his feet,
and a gallon of Porter At his head.

And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your Partner, welt the floor, your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told Ye Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake.
His friends assembled at his wake
And Missus Finnegan called for lunch
First they brought in tay and cake
Then pipes, tobacco and Whiskey Punch
Biddy OBrien begged to cry,
such a Nice clean corpse did you see
Arrah hold your gob see Paddy Magee.

And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your Partner, welt the floor, your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told Ye Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake.

Then O Connor took up the job
"Arrah!" Biddy says she Ye're wrong I'm Sure,
Biddy then gave her a belt on The gob
and left her sprawling on the Floor,
there the war did soon engage
Woman to Woman and Man to Man
Shillelah-law was all the rage,
an A Row and a Ruction soon began
Mickey Maloney raised his head
when a bottle Of Whickey flew at him,
it missed him falling on The Bed,
the liquor scattered over Tim,
Tim Revives, see how he rises,
Timothy rising from the bed
Whirl your Whisky around like blazes
Tonamondeal, do ye think I'm dead.

And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your Partner, welt the floor, your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told Ye Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake.

@темы: Ирландия, баллады, сохраним в душе ирландство, песни

Comments

[iamar]

Как я понимаю госпожа О'Коннор не разделила мнения госпожи О'Брайен о том, что почивший был клевым чуваком - и с этого драка и началась

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such a Nice clean corpse - прекрасная формулировка, правда? Вспоминается анекдот: "А покойник-то какой красавец, три дня не пил...".
Мне вообще нравится слушать ирландские баллады - как-то философски ирландцы относятся к жизни, смерти, нарушению закона, тюрьме, любви несчастной... И только родную Ирландию, "Изумрудный берег Эйре", любят преданно, как бы то ни было!

[iamar]

Ой, ну очень грустные тоже есть. Johnny I hardly knew ya, про Цейлон которая. Ну, или ща вспомню еще одну, я в игру ее вставлял. Такая, не плясовая совсем. Вспомнил - Danny boy называется. An I'll be dead as dead as I could be и все такое.

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iamar,
Hills of Athenry, если я ничего не путаю - тоже стоит послушать. Грустная, мелодичная, простая... Сама ее пою за работой)