 | Sandra M Gilbert, Susan Gubar, Diana Ohehir - 1995 - Страниц: 386
...cock, And up and crew the gray. The cock he hadna' crawed but once, And clapped his wings at a', When the youngest to the eldest said, "Brother, we must...cock doth craw, the day doth daw, The channerin' worm doth chide: Gin we be missed out o' our place, A sair pain we maun bide. "Fare ye weel, my mother dear,... | |
 | Mary Oliver - 1998 - Страниц: 212
...said, " Tis time we were away." The cock he hadna craw'd but once, And clapp'd his wings at a', When the youngest to the eldest said, "Brother, we must...cock doth craw, the day doth daw, The channerin' worm doth chide; Gin we be miss'd out o' our place, A sair pain we maun bide." "Lie still, lie still but... | |
 | Peter-Eric Philipp, Andrew Lang - 2000 - Страниц: 442
...and crew the gray; The eldest to the youngest said, "'Tis time we were away." The cock he hadna crawd but once, And clapp'd his wings at a', Whan the youngest...cock doth craw, the day doth daw, The channerin worm doth chide; Gin we be mist out o our place, A sair pain we maun bide. BALLAD: THE TWA CORBIES (Child,... | |
 | James Reed - 2003 - Страниц: 198
...said, Tis time we were away.' The cock he hadna crawed but once, And clapped his wings at a', When the youngest to the eldest said, 'Brother, we must...cock doth craw, the day doth daw. The channerin' worm doth chide; Gin we be mist out o' our place, A sair pain we maun bide. 'Fare ye weel, my mother dear!... | |
 | 1949 - Страниц: 162
...away." fashes — troubles birk = birch syke — marsh sheugh = furrow And clapp'd his wings at a', When the youngest to the eldest said, "Brother, we must...cock doth craw, the day doth daw, The channerin' worm doth chide; Gin we be missed out o' our place, A sair pain we maun bide." " Lie still, lie still but... | |
 | 1910 - Страниц: 528
...said, " Tis time we were away." The cock he hadna crawd but once, And clappd his wings at a', When the youngest to the eldest said, " Brother, we must...The cock doth craw, the day doth daw, The channerin T worm doth chide ; Gin we be mist out o our place, A sair pain we maun bide. " Faer ye weel, my mother... | |
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She's made it large and wide, And she's ta'en her mantle her about, Sat down at the bed-side. Up then crew the red, red cock And up and crew the gray; The eldest to the youngest said, 'Tis time we were away. 
