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Слушать(AI)Sir Giles War-Song
Ho! is there any will ride with me, Sir Giles, le bon des barrières? The clink of arms is good to hear, The flap of pennons fair to see; Ho! is there any will ride with me, Sir Giles, le bon des barrières? The leopards and lilies are fair to see; "St.
George Guienne" right good to hear: Ho! is there any will ride with me, Sir Giles, le bon des barrières? I stood by the barrier, My coat being blazon'd fair to see; Ho! is there any will ride with me, Sir Giles, le bon des barrières? Clisson put out his head to see, And lifted his basnet up to hear; I pulled him through the bars to ME, Sir Giles, le bon des barrières.
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William Morris
William Morris (24 March 1834 – 3 October 1896) was a British textile designer, poet, novelist, translator, and socialist activist associated wi
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