А вот и та песня, которая долго грузилась)) стихи Эдварда Лира про Эдварда Лира, рисунки Эдварда Лира, музыка и исполнение мои)
Если кто вдруг (вдруг!) не знает, Эдвард лир - этот тот, который писал лимерики. Но на самом деле он был хорошим художником (преимущественно по пейзажам), ну, написал некоторое количество нонсенса кроме лимериков.
Музыка тут - если можно так вразиться, гимн, выполненный в духе эмбиента (ну или просто каша, которая старается казаться симпатичной)
Кто не боится моего саратовского английского, вэлкам.
***How Pleasant to Know Mr. Lear***
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"How pleasant ot know Mr.Lear!" Who has written such volumes of stuff!
Some think him ill-tempered and queer, But a few think him pleasant enough.
His mind is concrete and fastidious, His nose is remarkably big;
His visage is more or less hideous, His beard it resembles a wig.
He has ears, and two eyes, and ten fingers, Leastways if you reckon two thumbs;
Long ago he was one of the singers, But now he is one of the dumbs.
He sits in a beautiful parlour, With hundreds of books on the wall;
He drinks a great deal of Marsala, But never gets tipsy at all.
He has many friends, lay men and clerical, Old Foss is the name of his cat;
His body is perfectly spherical, He weareth a runcible hat.
When he walks in waterproof white, The children run after him so!
Calling out, "He's gone out in his night- Gown, that crazy old Englishman, oh!"
He weeps by the side of the ocean, He weeps on the top of the hill;
He purchases pancakes and lotion, And chocolate shrimps from the mill.
He reads, but he cannot speak, Spanish, He cannot abide ginger beer:
Ere the days of his pilgrimage vanish, How pleasant to know Mr. Lear!
[from The Complete Nonsense Book,
edited by Lady Strachey, 1912, pp. 420-1.
Etext prepared by Doug Love.