Текст песни: Scotch Rhapsody + перевод

Do not take a bath in Jordan

Gordon

On the holy Sabbath, on the peaceful day!

Said the huntsman

Playing on his old bagpipe

Boring to death the pheasant

And the snipe —

Boring the ptarmigan

And grouse for fun —

Boring them worse

Than a nine-bore gun

Till the flaxen leaves where the

Prunes are ripe

Heard the tartan wind a-droning

Through the pipe

And they, heard Macpherson say:

«Where do the waves go; What hotels

Hide their bustles

And their gay ombrelles?

And would there be room for me? -

Would there be room

Would there be room for me?»

There is a hotel at Ostend

Cold as the wind, without an end

Haunted by ghostly poor relations

Of Bostonian conversations

(Like bagpipes rotting

Through the walls.)

And there the pearl-ropes fall like shawls

With a noise like marine waterfalls

And «Another little drink

Wouldn’t do us any harm»

Pierces through the sabbatical calm

And that is the place for me!

So do not take a bath in Jordan

Gordon

On the holy Sabbath on the

Peaceful day-

Or you’ll never go to heaven

Gordon Macpherson

And speaking purely as a private person

That is the place — that is the place —

That is the place for me!

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