Текст оригинала на английском языке My Barometer My little maid with golden hair Comes each morning for a kiss; And I know the day will be fine and fair When Polly looks like this. Or I know the clouds will frown and lower, The skies will be dull and gray, And perhaps there'll be a passing shower, When Polly looks this way. But a violent storm of rain or snow I can prognosticate, For the sign will never fail, I know, When this is Polly's pate. |
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