Текст песни The Zeederberg (John Edmond) с переводом

My name is Peter Cobley

From Somerset I come

I rode up with the column

In 1891

I’ve blazed along with Berman

I’ve ridden with Selous

I’ve shaken hands with Cecil Rhodes

And Dr Jameson, too

La-da-di-da, la-da-di-da

Hope for the Zeederberg

To roll on in and bring me

A little breath of England

I left my heart in England

When I set off to roam

And fourteen golden guineas

I’ve saved and sent back home

I have some land I’m planting

In green Mashonaland

I’ve wrote a proper letter home

And asked for Rosie’s hand

La-da-di-da, la-da-di-da

Hope for the Zeederberg

To roll on in and bring me

A little breath of England

No nightingale can sing here

No cuckoo in the dell

No glory of the spring here

No golden daffodil

But we will have the nightjar

And lilies of the flame

And all the sounds of Africa

To sing me Rosie’s name

La-da-di-da, la-da-di-da

Hope for the Zeederberg

To roll on in and bring me

A little breath of England

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