Ýäâàðä Ëèð (Edward Lear)

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Çàèãðàëà Äåâèöà â Ìàðñåëå,
Êàê íèêòî èç èãðàâøèõ äîñåëå.
	È âîëøåáíàÿ ëèðà
	Ïîêîðèëà ïîëìèðà
È åù¸ ïîëîâèíó Ìàðñåëÿ.

© Ïåðåâîä Åâã. Ôåëüäìàíà
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There was a Young Lady of Tyre,
Who swept the loud chords of a lyre;
At the sound of each sweep
She enraptured the deep,
And enchanted the city of Tyre. 

1. There Was An Old Man Of Jamaica
2. There Was A Young Person Of Crete
3. There Was a Young Person of Smyrna
4. There Was An Old Man Of Coblenz
5. There Was an Old Person in Gray

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