GwendydD
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propongo qui due versioni che ho trovato di " geordie" una canzone popolare inglese, in italia nota per la versione (stupenda) di de andrè.... una, la prima, si distacca da quella che conosciamo in italiano, mentre la seconda le è già più vicina, beh almeno in parte... ambedue sono comunque bellissime qualcuno sa dirmi qualcosa di più? quote:
As I came over London Bridge One misty morning early I overhead a fair pretty maid Lamenting for her Geordie. " Come bridle me my milk-white horse, Come bridle me my pony That I may ride to London' s court To plead for the life of Geordie." And when she entered in the hall, There was lords and ladies plenty. Down on her bended knee she did fall, To plead for the life of Geordie. " Oh, Geordie stole no cow no calf, No sheep he never stole any, But he stole sisteen of the king' s wild deer; And sold them in Bohenny." " Oh, two brave children I' ve had by him, And the third lies in my bosom; I' d freely part with them every one, If you would spare me the life of Geordie." The judge looked over his left shoulder, And said " I' m sorry for thee, My pretty fair maid, you have come too late For he' s condamned already." Let Geordie hang in a golden chain, Such chain as never was any, Because he came of the royal blood, And courted a virtuous lady. " I wish I was in younder groove, Where times I have been many, With my broad sword and my pistol too, I' d fight for the life of Geordie." quote:
As I walked under London Bridge One misty morning early, I overheard a fair, pretty maid, Lamenting for her Geordie. ``My Geordie will be hanged with a golden chain, ' Tis not the chain of many. He stole sixteen of the King' s royal deer And he sold them in Boeny.' ' ``Go saddle me my milk white steed Go saddle me my pony That I may ride to London' s courts To plead for the life of Geordie.' ' ``My Geordie never hurt a man nor calf He never hurted any He stole sixteen of the King' s royal deer And he sold them in Boeny.' ' ``Two pretty babies have I borne, The third lies in my body, And I would part with them every one, If you pardon my dear Geordie.' ' But the judge looked over his left shoulder, He said, ``Fair maid, I' m sorry, I cannot pardon the one you love, He has been hanged already.' '
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