Thomas John Dibdin (Томас Джон Дибдин)

The Fox and the Grapes

A hungry fox one day did spy,
⁠     Fa la la, fa la la la la,
Some nice ripe grapes that hung fall high,
⁠     Fa la la, fa la la la, la;
And as they hung they seem'd to say,
To him who underneath did stay,
If you can reach me down you may,
     ⁠Fa la la, fa la la la la.

The fox he jump'd and jump'd again,
     ⁠Fa la la, fa la la la la.
And tried to reach them but in vain,
⁠     Fa la la, fa la la la la;
He smack'd his lips for near an hour,
But found the prize beyond his power,
And then he said, The grapes are sour!
     ⁠Fa la la, fa la la la la.

1. Hail to the Beam of Morning
2. Fair Ellen
3. The Snug Little Island
4. The Willow Tree
5. Часовые • All’s Well

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