Another good cowpuncher has gone to meet his fate,
I hope he`ll find a resting place, within the golden gate.
Another place is vacant on the ranch of the X I T,
`Twill be hard to find another that`s liked as well as he.
The first that died was Kid White, a man both tough and brave,
While Charlie Rutlage makes the third to be sent to his grave,
Caused by a cowhorse falling, while running after stock;
`Twas on the spring round up, a place where death men mock,
He went forward one morning on a circle through the hills,
He was gay and full of glee, and free from earthly ills;
But when it came to finish up the work on which he went,
Nothing came back from him; his time on earth was spent.
`Twas as he rode the round up, a XIT turned back to the herd;
Poor Charlie shoved him in again, his cutting horse he spurred;
Another turned; at that moment his horse the creature spied
And turned and fell with him, beneath poor Charlie died,
His relations in Texas his face never more will see,
But I hope he`ll meet his loved ones beyond in eternity,
I hope he`ll meet his parents, will meet them face to face,
And that they`ll grasp him by the right hand at the shining throne of grace.
Спасибо за рекомендацию. Трио Айвза - очень интересная вещь. Мне показалось поначалу несколько эклектичным. Столько всего интересного намешано от строгой линеарности до, фактически, шлягера во 2 части. Мне первая и 3 очень понравились. `Шутка` тоже интересная. У Пресслера мне больше исполнение нравится. Спасибо.
THE SON OF A GAMBOLIER I m a rambling rake of poverty From Tippery town I came. Twas poverty compelled me first, To go out in the rain. In all sorts of weather, Be it wet or be it dry, I m bound to get my livelihood Or lay me down and die. cho: Then combine your humble ditties As from inn to tavern we steer, Like every honest fellow I drinks my lager beer, Like every jolly fellow I takes my whiskey clear, For I m a rambling rake of poverty And the son of a gambolier.
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I hope he`ll find a resting place, within the golden gate.
Another place is vacant on the ranch of the X I T,
`Twill be hard to find another that`s liked as well as he.
The first that died was Kid White, a man both tough and brave,
While Charlie Rutlage makes the third to be sent to his grave,
Caused by a cowhorse falling, while running after stock;
`Twas on the spring round up, a place where death men mock,
He went forward one morning on a circle through the hills,
He was gay and full of glee, and free from earthly ills;
But when it came to finish up the work on which he went,
Nothing came back from him; his time on earth was spent.
`Twas as he rode the round up, a XIT turned back to the herd;
Poor Charlie shoved him in again, his cutting horse he spurred;
Another turned; at that moment his horse the creature spied
And turned and fell with him, beneath poor Charlie died,
His relations in Texas his face never more will see,
But I hope he`ll meet his loved ones beyond in eternity,
I hope he`ll meet his parents, will meet them face to face,
And that they`ll grasp him by the right hand at the shining throne of grace.