Текст песни с аккордами
Вступление
Am C G Am x2 Am
Am C
From the bonny bells of heather
G Am
They brewed a drink long-syne,
C
Was sweeter far then honey,
G Am
Was stronger far than wine.
Am
They brewed it and they drank it,
G Am
And lay in a blessed swound
Am
For days and days together
C G Am Am
In their dwellings underground.
Am C
There rose a king in Scotland,
G C
A fell man to his foes
C
He smote the Picts in battle,
G Am
He hunted them like roes.
C
Оvеr miles of the red mountain
G Am
He hunted as they fled,
C
And strewed the dwarfish bodies
G Am Am
Оf the dying and the dead.
F C
Summer came in the country,
G Am
Red was the heather bell;
F C
But the manner of the brewing
G Am
Was none alive to tell.
C
In graves that were like children's
G Am
Оn many a mountain head,
C
The Brewsters of the Heather
Am C Am
Lay numbered with the dead.
Am Am
Am C
The king in the red moorland
G Am
Rode on a summer's day;
C
And the bees hummed, and the curlews
G Am
Cried beside the way.
C
The king rode, and was angry,
G Am
Black was his brow and pale,
C
To rule in a land of heather
G Am Am
And lack the Heather Ale.
F C
It fortuned that his vassals,
G Am
Riding free on the heath,
A F C
Came on a stone that was fallen
G Am
And vermin hid beneath.
C
Rudely plucked from their hiding,
G Am
Never a word they spoke;
C
A son and his aged father --
A G Am
Last of the dwarfish folk.
Am Am
Am C
The king sat high on his charger,
G Am
He looked on the little men;
C
And the dwarfish and swarthy couple
G Am
Looked at the king again.
A
Down by the shore he had them;
G Am
And there on the giddy brink --
C
"I will give you life, ye vermin,
G Am
For the secret of the drink."
F C
There stood the son and father,
G Am
And they looked high and low;
A F C
The heather was red around them,
G Am
The sea rumbled below.
C
And up and spoke the father,
G Am
Shrill was his voice to hear:
C
"I have a word in private,
A Am
A word for the royal ear.
Am Am
Am C
"Life is dear to the aged,
G Am
And honour a little thing;
C
I would gladly sell the secret,"
G Am
Quoth the Pict to the king.
C
His voice was small as a sparrow's,
G Am
And shrill and wonderful clear:
C
"I would gladly sell my secret,
Am Am
Оnlу my son I fear.
F C
"For life is a little matter,
G Am
And death is nought to the young;
A F C
And I dare not sell my honour
G Am
Under the eye of my son.
A
Take him, О king, and bind him,
G Am
And cast him far in the deep;
C
And it's I will tell the secret
A G Am
That I have sworn to keep."
Am Am
Am C
They took the son and bound him,
G Am
Neck and heels in a thong,
C
And a lad took him and swung him,
G Am
And flung him far and strong,
C
And the sea swallowed his body,
G Am
Like that of a child of ten; --
C
And there on the cliff stood the father,
A G Am Am
Last of the dwarfish men.
F C
"True was the word I told you:
G Am
Оnlу my son I feared;
F C
For I doubt the sapling courage
G Am
That goes without the beard.
C
But now in vain is the torture,
G Am
Fire shall never avail:
A
Here dies in my bosom
Am G Am
The secret of Heather Ale."
Am Am C G Am x2 Am
Видео клип
Основные табулатуры аккордов, бой
