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Аккорды и текст [bad word] to Paradise (Хелависа)
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As I came over Windy Gap 
                     
They threw a halfpenny into my cap, 
                     
For I [bad word] to Paradise; 
                   
And all that I need do is to wish 
                    
And somebody puts his hand into dish 
                   
To throw me a bit of salted fish: 
                                
And there the king is but as the beggar. 
 
My brother Mourteen is worn out 
In skelping his big brawling lout, 
And I [bad word] to Paradise; 
poor life, do what he can, 
And though he keep a dog and a gun, 
serving-maid and a serving-man: 
And there the king is but as the beggar. 
 
Poor men have grown to be rich men, 
And rich men grown to be poor again, 
And I [bad word] to Paradise; 
And many a darling wit's grown dull 
That tossed a bare heel when at school 
Now it has filled an old sock full: 
And there the king is but as the beggar. 
 
The wind is old and still at play 
While I must hurry upon my way, 
For I [bad word] to Paradise; 
Yet never have I lit on a friend 
To take my fancy like the wind 
That nobody can buy or bind: 
And there the king is but as the beggar.