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Đăng bởi thanhbinh82_tp vào 19/04/2007 16:34, đã sửa 1 lần, lần cuối bởi Vanachi vào 25/06/2009 10:40
It was upon a Lammas night,
When corn rigs are bonie,
Beneath the moon's unclouded light,
I held awa to Annie;
The time flew by, wi' tentless heed,
Till, 'tween the late and early,
Wi' sma' persuasion she agreed
To see me thro' the barley.
Corn rigs, an' barley rigs,
An' corn rigs are bonie:
I'll ne'er forget that happy night,
Amang the rigs wi' Annie.
The sky was blue, the wind was still,
The moon was shining clearly;
I set her down, wi' right good will,
Amang the rigs o' barley:
I ken't her heart was a' my ain;
I lov'd her most sincerely;
I kiss'd her owre and owre again,
Amang the rigs o' barley.
Corn rigs, an' barley rigs,
An' corn rigs are bonie:
I'll ne'er forget that happy night,
Amang the rigs wi' Annie.
I lock'd her in my fond embrace;
Her heart was beating rarely:
My blessings on that happy place,
Amang the rigs o' barley!
But by the moon and stars so bright,
That shone that hour so clearly!
She aye shall bless that happy night
Amang the rigs o' barley.
Corn rigs, an' barley rigs,
An' corn rigs are bonie:
I'll ne'er forget that happy night,
Amang the rigs wi' Annie.
I hae been blythe wi' comrades dear;
I hae been merry drinking;
I hae been joyfu' gath'rin gear;
I hae been happy thinking:
But a' the pleasures e'er I saw,
Tho' three times doubl'd fairly,
That happy night was worth them a',
Amang the rigs o' barley.
Corn rigs, an' barley rigs,
An' corn rigs are bonie:
I'll ne'er forget that happy night,
Amang the rigs wi' Annie.
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Gửi bởi thanhbinh82_tp ngày 18/04/2007 16:34
Một đêm trăng mát mẻ,
Giữa cánh đồng lúa mì
Chín, đung đưa nhè nhẹ,
Tôi đứng chờ Annie.
Suốt buổi chiều năn nỉ,
Tôi thuyết phục Annie,
Cuối cùng nàng đồng ý
Gặp giữa đồng lúa mì.
Đến mùa, hoa kết trái
Và lúa mì trĩu bông,
Suốt đời tôi nhớ mãi
Buổi hẹn nhau ngoài đồng
Gió đìu hiu thổi nhẹ
Trăng trên trời mênh mang
Tôi bế àng đặt khẽ
Giữa đồng lúa chín vàng.
Hai trái tim cùng nhịp
Tôi ôm hôn Annie,
Hôn xong rồi hôn tiếp
Giữa cánh đồng lúa mì.
Tôi từng vui hạnh phúc
Vì tiệc rượu triền miên,
Vì tình yêu, đôi lúc
Vui cả vì có tiền.
Nhưng những niềm vui đó
Không ý nghĩa chút gì
So với đêm hôm nọ
Giữa đồng cùng Annie
Gửi bởi Diệp Y Như ngày 24/06/2009 06:50
It was upon a Lammas night,
When corn rigs are bonie,
Beneath the moon's unclouded light,
I held awa to Annie;
The time flew by, wi' tentless heed,
Till, 'tween the late and early,
Wi' sma' persuasion she agreed
To see me thro' the barley.
Corn rigs, an' barley rigs,
An' corn rigs are bonie:
I'll ne'er forget that happy night,
Amang the rigs wi' Annie.
The sky was blue, the wind was still,
The moon was shining clearly;
I set her down, wi' right good will,
Amang the rigs o' barley:
I ken't her heart was a' my ain;
I lov'd her most sincerely;
I kiss'd her owre and owre again,
Amang the rigs o' barley.
Corn rigs, an' barley rigs,
An' corn rigs are bonie:
I'll ne'er forget that happy night,
Amang the rigs wi' Annie.
I lock'd her in my fond embrace;
Her heart was beating rarely:
My blessings on that happy place,
Amang the rigs o' barley!
But by the moon and stars so bright,
That shone that hour so clearly!
She aye shall bless that happy night
Amang the rigs o' barley.
Corn rigs, an' barley rigs,
An' corn rigs are bonie:
I'll ne'er forget that happy night,
Amang the rigs wi' Annie.
I hae been blythe wi' comrades dear;
I hae been merry drinking;
I hae been joyfu' gath'rin gear;
I hae been happy thinking:
But a' the pleasures e'er I saw,
Tho' three times doubl'd fairly,
That happy night was worth them a',
Amang the rigs o' barley.
Corn rigs, an' barley rigs,
An' corn rigs are bonie:
I'll ne'er forget that happy night,
Amang the rigs wi' Annie.
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