How things change.

1 февраля, 2010

It was upon a Sommers shynie day,
When Titan faire his beames did display,
In a fresh fountaine, farre from all mens vew,
She bath’d her brest, the boyling heat t’allay;
She bath’d with roses red, and violets blew,
And all the sweetest flowres, that in the forrest grew.
 Roses are red and
Violets are blue
Honey is sweet, but not as sweet as you
Roses are red and
Violets are blue.
Come pick my Roses!
Sweet from the flowers
honey from the bees
I’ve got a feeling, I’m ready to release
Roses are red and
Violets are blue
Honey is sweet,
but not as sweet as you.

Насчёт следующего правда могу ошибаться. К тому же там скорее общая отсылка чем.

loke ye do no husbonde harme
That tilleth with his ploughe.
No more ye shall no gode yeman
That walketh by gren-wode shawe;
Ne no knyght ne no squyer
That wol be a gode felawe
 Gotta steal from the rich, when they don’t know I’m coming,
gotta give to the poor, no time for lovin’

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