Ewan MacColl and Peggy Seeger все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы
- Ballad of accounting
In the morning we built the city
In the afternoon walked through its streets
Evening saw us leaving
We wandered through our days as if they would never end
All of us imagined we had endless time to spend
We hardly saw the crossroads and small attention gave
To landmarks on the journey from the cradle to the grave,
- Such a Parcel of Rogues in a Nation
Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame,
Fareweel our ancient glory;
Fareweel ev’n to the Scottish name,
Sae fam’d in martial story.
Now Sark rins over Solway sands,
An' Tweed rins to the ocean,
To mark where England’s province stands-
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!