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I'll tell me ma when I get home The boys won't leave the girls alone Pulled me hair, stole me comb But that's all right till I go home

Я скажу своей маме, когда приду домой, Что мальчишки не оставляют девочек в покое, Они дёргают меня за косы и украли мой гребень, Но всё в порядке, когда я прихожу домой.

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She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Dublin city She is a-courtin' a-one, two, three Pray can you tell me, who is she?

Она красива, она мила, Она самая прекрасная в городе Дублине, Она – королева, раз, два, три, Пожалуйста, скажи мне, кто она?

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Albert Mooney says he loves her All the boys are fighting for her Knock on the door, they ring on the bell And oh, me true love, are you well! Out she comes, white as snow Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes Old Johnny Morrisey says she'll die If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye.

Альберт Муни говорит, что любит её, Все мальчишки дерутся за неё, Они стучат в дверь и звонят. Ах, моя любовь, как ты прекрасна! И она выходит, белая, как снег, Кольца на пальцах, туфельки стучат. Старый Джонни Моррисей говорит, что она пропадёт, Если не встретит стоящего парня.

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Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high And the snow come travelling through the sky She's as sweet as apple pie She'll get her own lad by and by When she gets a lad of her own She won't tell her ma when she gets home Let them all come as they will It's Albert Mooney she loves still.

Пусть ветер, и дождь, и град, И снег обрушатся с небес, Она прекрасна, как яблочный пирог, Вскоре у неё будет парень. И когда у неё будет свой парень, Она не скажет маме, когда придёт домой. Пусть все они приходят, если хотят, Но она любит только Альберта Муни.

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I'll tell my ma English

I'll tell me ma when I get home The boys won't leave the girls alone Pulled me hair, stole me comb But that's all right till I go home

She is handsome, she is pretty She is the belle of Dublin city She is a-courtin' a-one, two, three Pray can you tell me, who is she?

Albert Mooney says he loves her All the boys are fighting for her Knock on the door, they ring on the bell And oh, me true love, are you well! Out she comes, white as snow Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes Old Johnny Morrisey says she'll die If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye.

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high And the snow come travelling through the sky She's as sweet as apple pie She'll get her own lad by and by When she gets a lad of her own She won't tell her ma when she gets home Let them all come as they will It's Albert Mooney she loves still.