"The Jolly Miller" / "Веселый мельник" (американская)
Ludwig van Beethoven.12 Songs of Various Nationalities / 12 песен разных народов, WoO 157 No5 "The Miller of Dee"
Ludwig van Beethoven.12 Songs of Various Nationalities / 12 песен разных народов, WoO 157 No5 "The Miller of Dee"
1. God save the King (англ.; с хором)
2. The soldier (ирл.)
3. O Charlie is my darling (шотл.; терцет)
4. O sanctissima, o piissima (cицилианская; терцет)
5. The miller of Dee (англ.; терцет)
6. A health to the brave (ирл.; дуэт)
7. Robin Adair (ирл.; терцет)
8. By the side of the Shannon (ирл.)
9. Highlanders lament (шотл.; с хором)
10. Sir Johnie Cope (песня якобинцев)
11. The wandering minstrel (ирл.; с хором)
12. La gondoletta (венецианская)
2. The soldier (ирл.)
3. O Charlie is my darling (шотл.; терцет)
4. O sanctissima, o piissima (cицилианская; терцет)
5. The miller of Dee (англ.; терцет)
6. A health to the brave (ирл.; дуэт)
7. Robin Adair (ирл.; терцет)
8. By the side of the Shannon (ирл.)
9. Highlanders lament (шотл.; с хором)
10. Sir Johnie Cope (песня якобинцев)
11. The wandering minstrel (ирл.; с хором)
12. La gondoletta (венецианская)
The Convivial Songster, 1782
There was a jolly miller once
Liv'd on the river Dee ;
He danc'd and he sang from morn till night,
No lark so blithe as he.
And this the burden of his song
For ever us'd to be
Liv'd on the river Dee ;
He danc'd and he sang from morn till night,
No lark so blithe as he.
And this the burden of his song
For ever us'd to be
I care for nobody, no, not I,
If nobody cares for me.
I live by my mill, God bless her!
She's kindred, child, and wife;
If nobody cares for me.
I live by my mill, God bless her!
She's kindred, child, and wife;
I would not change my station
For any other in life.
No lawyer, surgeon, or doctor,
E'er had a groat from me
I care for nobody, no, not I,
If nobody cares for me.
When Spring begins its merry career,
Oh! how his heart grows gay ;
When Spring begins its merry career,
Oh! how his heart grows gay ;
No summer drought alarms his fears,
Nor winter's sad decay;
No foresight mars the miller's joy,
Who's wont to sing and say-
Let others toil from year to year,
I live from day to day.
Thus like the miller, bold and free,
Let us rejoice and sing;
The days of youth are made for glee,
And time is on the wing.
This song shall pass from me to thee,
Along this jovial ring
Let us rejoice and sing;
The days of youth are made for glee,
And time is on the wing.
This song shall pass from me to thee,
Along this jovial ring
Let heart and voice and all agree to say,
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