There once was a ‘puter geek whose name was Jack
He lived by himself in a little shack
He worked for A Consulting firm as you shall learn
And the Accenture was always on what he could earn.
Oh Jack, why don’t you marry?
Oh, Jack, why don’t you live?
Oh Jack, why don’t you marry?
There is so much more that you could give.
Once upon a time there was little bear who lived in a deep dark wood. He knew that it was a deep dark wood, because whenever he ventured outside he saw Only Darkness.
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One day we must all cross the one stranded river. Where then will you be?
1 Auf Wiederseh’n! Ich frage dich nimmer mehr
Ob du auf mich an dem Weg warten wollest
Weil ich zum Todesstrand gefahren bin
Und hier nimmer mehr züruckkommen kann.
A song that could have been sung by the villagers to the returning Naomi, but that it is in German!
1 Es tut mir leid
um deinet willen:
Deine grimmige Not
kehrt dich unwillig um.
2 Es tut mir leid
dich anzusehen:
Deine glänzenden Aug’n
seh’n sich weinerlich um.
3 Es tut mir leid
du bist betrübt:
Der Allmächtige
gegen dich gesprochen hat.
4 Es tut mir leid
Na, es wird mir mehr leid tun:
Wenn er dich nicht
mit Sorge züchtigt,
Um dich zu verbessern
mit Heil und Gerechtigkeit.
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Nu scylun hergan
| Cædmon | Modern English | ||
| Nu scylun hergan Metudæs mæcti uerc uuldurfadur, eci Dryctin, He ærist scop heben til hrofe, Tha middungeard eci Dryctin, firum foldu, | hefaenricæs Uard, end his modgidanc, sue he uundra gihuæs, or astelidæ. ælda barnum haleg Scepen. moncynnæs Uard, æfter tiadæ Frea allmectig. | Now shall we praise heaven’s Guardian His mighty power, his thoughtfulness, The works of the glorious Father, how he wonderfully gives The eternal Lord in the beginning established And raised and made for the children of men Heaven for a roof, the holy Maker. Then the earth, mankind’s Guardian The eternal Lord, afterwards adorned As a home for them, the king almighty. | |
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La partida es tan dulce pena
Que diria buenas noches
Hasta que fuera mañana
Duerme el lamento en sus ojos
Paz en su pecho
Tendria sueño
Y paz tan dulce como para descansar?
La partida es tan dulce pena
La partida es tan dulce pena
William Shakespeare
Translation by P I Triana de Diaz © 2003
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The midi file was produced using Noteworthy Composer.
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