Текст песни 12 Irish Songs, WoO 154: No.8 Save me from the grave and wise (W. Smyth) - Thomas Allen , Ludwig van Beethoven , Malcolm Martineau
Save me from the grave and wise
For vainly would I tax my spirit
Be the thing that I despise
And rival all their stupid merit.
On! My careless laughing heart
O dearest Fancy let my find thee
Let me but from sorrow part
And leave this moping behind me.
Speak ye wiser than the wise
Breathe aloud your welcome measure
Youthful Fancy well can prize
The words that counsel love and pleasure.
Is it merry look, or speech
Or bounding step that thus displeases?
Go and graver movements teach
To yon light goss'mer on the breezes:
Go where breathes the opening spring
And chide the flowers for gaily blowing
Tell the linnet not to sing
In jocund May, when noon is glowing.
Speak ye wiser than the wise
Breathe aloud your welcome measure
Youthful Fancy well can prize
The words that counsel love and pleasure.
Hence with wisdom, dull and drear
And welcome folly at a venture:
Cease my song, a sound I hear
The planxty comes, the dancers enter.
In yon throng, if I should see
Some gallant, giddy, gay adviser
Who trough life might counsel me
He indeed might make me wiser.
Speak ye wiser than the wise
Breathe aloud your welcome measure
Youthful Fancy well can prize
The words that counsel love and pleasure.
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