Anton Dubkov, Olga Nechaeva - Lebo текст песни

Lebo

Music by Anton Dubkov, Olga Nechaeva singing

Lyrics from:
Ode to an Old Fiddle
Musical World of London (1834)

The poor fiddler's ode to his old fiddle

Torn
Worn
Oppressed I mourn
Bad
Sad
Three-quarters mad
Money gone
Credit none
Duns at door
Half a score
Wife in lain
Twins again
Others ailing
Nurse a railing
Billy hooping
Betsy crouping
Besides poor Joe
With fester'd toe.

More and more plaintive grown,
my eyes with tears o'erflow,
And Resignation mild soon smooths
my wrinkled brow
My drooping spirit pants to rise;
A lively strain I touch - and, lo!
I seem to mount above the skies.
There on Fancy's wing I soar..

Heedless of the duns at door;
Oblivious all, I feel my woes no more
But skip o'er the string,
As my old Fiddle sings,
"Cheerily oh! merrily go!
Presto! good master,
You very well know
I'll find the Music,
If you will find bow,
From E, up in alto, to G,
once more, down below,
down below, once more..

More and more plaintive grown,
my eyes with tears o'erflow,
And Resignation mild soon smooths
my wrinkled brow
My drooping spirit pants to rise;
A lively strain I touch - and, lo!
I seem to mount above the skies.
There on Fancy's wing I soar..
..on Fancy's wing I soar..

My drooping spirit pants to rise..
I feel my woes no more
But skip o'er the string..
I feel my woes no more..
..above the skies..
A lively strain I touch - and, lo!
Che-cheerily oh! merrily go!
Che-cheerily oh! merrily go! Presto!
But skip, but skip o'er the string..
But skip, but skip o'er the string..