LITTLE CAESAR
Blythe Was She
(Robert Burns)
By Oughtertyre grows the aik,
On Yarrow banks the birken shaw;
But Phemie was a bonier lass
Than braes o Yarrow ever saw.
ch. Blythe, blythe and merry was she,
Blythe was she butt and ben,
Blythe by the banks of Ern,
And blythe in Glenturit glen!
Her looks were like a flow'r in May,
Her smile was like a simmer morn:
Shc tripped by the banks o Ern,
As light's a bird upon a thorn.
Her bonie face it was as meek
As onie lamb upon a lea.
The evening sun was ne'er
(Robert Burns)
By Oughtertyre grows the aik,
On Yarrow banks the birken shaw;
But Phemie was a bonier lass
Than braes o Yarrow ever saw.
ch. Blythe, blythe and merry was she,
Blythe was she butt and ben,
Blythe by the banks of Ern,
And blythe in Glenturit glen!
Her looks were like a flow'r in May,
Her smile was like a simmer morn:
Shc tripped by the banks o Ern,
As light's a bird upon a thorn.
Her bonie face it was as meek
As onie lamb upon a lea.
The evening sun was ne'er
Maio Maduro Maio
*
Lá vêm subindo o abismo
Da sombra donde vieram
Já sem medo e sem vergonha
Virados pràluz do dia
Será esta a nossa porta?
Perguntavam um pouco inquietos
Por terem pla vez primeira
Quatro paredes e um tecto
Por certo ninguém lhes disse
Que são os heróis de agora
Maiores que Alexandre Magno
Numa batalha perfeita
Sem perguntar ao Estado
Qual o caminho a tomar
Correm risco correm penas
Quem sabe onde vão parar
* Canção escrita para a peça "Barracadas ocupação"
de Richard Damarcy