Oh! the grand old Duke of York,
He had ten thousand men;
He marched them up
to the top of the hill,
And he marched them down again.
And when they were up
they were up,
And when they were down
they were down,
And when they were only half-way up,
They were neither up nor down.
Десять тысяч солдат,
Во главе старый граф,
Маршируют
То вверх, то вниз.
На вершине горы
Видны они так,
У подножья горы –
Вот этак,
А на склоне –
Ни так, ни этак.
Old Duke of York
© Copyright: Сергей Куликов 5, 2012
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