Текст песни The Unfortunate Miss Bailey - The Kingston Trio
                                                In 
                                                seventeen 
                                                forty-two, 
                                                it 
                                                was 
                                                customary 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                township 
                                                of 
                                                Halifax, 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                gentleman 
                                                to 
                                                partake 
                                                occasionally 
                                                of 
                                                ratafia 
                                                which 
                                                was--a 
                                                light-flavored 
                                                liquer 
                                                of 
                                                amazing 
                                                potency--which 
                                                originated 
                                                in 
                                                Middlesex 
                                                and 
                                                which 
                                                we 
                                                suppose 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                reason 
                                                for 
                                                this 
                                                song.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chorus:
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                Miss 
                                                Bailey! 
                                                Unfortunate, 
                                                Miss 
                                                Bailey!
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                captain 
                                                bold 
                                                in 
                                                Halifax, 
                                                who 
                                                dwelt 
                                                in 
                                                country 
                                                quarters, 
                                                seduced 
                                                    a 
                                                maid 
                                                who 
                                                hung 
                                                herself 
                                                one 
                                                Monday 
                                                in 
                                                her 
                                                garters.
 
                                    
                                
                                                His 
                                                wicked 
                                                conscience 
                                                smitted 
                                                him. 
                                                He 
                                                lost 
                                                his 
                                                stomach 
                                                daily. 
                                                He 
                                                took 
                                                to 
                                                drinking 
                                                ratafia 
                                                and 
                                                tho′t 
                                                upon 
                                                Miss 
                                                Bailey.
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Chorus)
 
                                    
                                
                                                One 
                                                night 
                                                betimes 
                                                he 
                                                went 
                                                to 
                                                bed 
                                                for 
                                                he 
                                                had 
                                                caught 
                                                the 
                                                fever. 
                                                Said 
                                                he, 
                                                "I 
                                                am 
                                                    a 
                                                handsome 
                                                man 
                                                and 
                                                I'm 
                                                    a 
                                                gay 
                                                deceiver."
 
                                    
                                
                                                His 
                                                candle 
                                                just 
                                                    a 
                                                twelve 
                                                o′clock 
                                                began 
                                                to 
                                                burn 
                                                quite 
                                                palely. 
                                                    A 
                                                ghost 
                                                stepped 
                                                up 
                                                to 
                                                his 
                                                bedside 
                                                and 
                                                said, 
                                                "Behold, 
                                                Miss 
                                                Bailey!"
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Chorus)
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Avast, 
                                                Miss 
                                                Bailey," 
                                                then 
                                                he 
                                                cried, 
                                                "you 
                                                can't 
                                                affright 
                                                me, 
                                                really." 
                                                "Dear 
                                                Captain 
                                                Smith," 
                                                the 
                                                ghost 
                                                replied, 
                                                "you 
                                                used 
                                                me 
                                                ungenteelly.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                coroner's 
                                                quest 
                                                goes 
                                                hard 
                                                with 
                                                me 
                                                because 
                                                I′ve 
                                                acted 
                                                freely 
                                                and 
                                                Parson 
                                                Biggs 
                                                won′t 
                                                bury 
                                                me 
                                                tho' 
                                                I′m 
                                                    a 
                                                dead 
                                                Miss 
                                                Bailey."
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Chorus)
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Dear 
                                                Ma'am," 
                                                says 
                                                he, 
                                                "since 
                                                you 
                                                and 
                                                    I 
                                                must 
                                                once 
                                                for 
                                                all 
                                                accounts 
                                                close, 
                                                    I 
                                                have 
                                                    a 
                                                one 
                                                pound 
                                                note 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                regimental 
                                                small 
                                                clothes.
 
                                    
                                
                                                ′Twill 
                                                bribe 
                                                the 
                                                sexton 
                                                for 
                                                your 
                                                grave." 
                                                The 
                                                ghost 
                                                then 
                                                answered 
                                                gaily, 
                                                "Bless 
                                                you, 
                                                wicked 
                                                Captain 
                                                Smith, 
                                                remember 
                                                poor 
                                                Miss 
                                                Bailey!"
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Chorus)
 
                                    
                                
                                                "All's 
                                                well 
                                                that 
                                                ends 
                                                well, 
                                                    I 
                                                suppose."
 
                                    
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