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Zdarma je pouze DEMO ukázka. Chcete-li stáhnout celou verzi midi souboru, klikněte levým tlačítkem myši na ikonu "KOUPIT" a otevře se Vám okno, ve kterém zaplatíte a stáhnete midi soubor. Stahování MIDI souborů je povoleno přihlášeným uživatelům, kteří mají na reg.kontě zaslanou zálohu na autorské poplatky. Pro přehrávání DEMO ukázky používejte Van Basco Karaoke Player, jiné programy nemusí umět zkrácený soubor přehrát. |
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The Dowie Dens of YarrowThere was a lady in the north, I ne'er could find her marrow; She was courted by nine gentlemen, And a ploughboy lad from Yarrow. These nine sat drinking at their wine, Sat drinking wine at Yarrow; They made a vow among themselves To fight with him on Yarrow. She's washed his face, she's combed his hair As oft she's done before o Gave him a brand down by his side To fight for her on Yarrow. As he walked up yon high, high hills, And down the glens so narrow Nine armed men lay waiting him Upon the braes of Yarrow. It's three he wounded, three withdrew, And three he killed on Yarrow, Till her brother, John, came in behind And pierced his body thorough. "O father, dear, I dreamed a dream, I fear it will prove sorrow. I dreamed I was pulling heather green On the dowie dens of Yarrow." "O daughter dear, I read your dream, To you it will prove sorrow; Your true love John lies dead and slain On the dowie dens of Yarrow." As she walked up yon high, high hill, And down the glen so narrow, Twas there she found her true love John, Lying cold and dead on Yarrow. She washed his face, she combed his hair, As she had done before o, And she kissed the blood from off his wounds, On the dowie dens of Yarrow. Her hair it being three quarters long, The colour it was yellow, She wrapped it round his middle so small, And carried him home to Yarrow. "O daughter dear, dry up your tears, And weep no more for sorrow. I'll wed you to a better man Than the ploughboy lad of Yarrow." "O father dear, you've seven sons, You may wed them all tomorrow, But the fairest flower among them all, Was the lad I wooed on Yarrow." |
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