Running to Paradise (Хелависа)

		
      Em                 Hm
As I came over Windy Gap
              D                      Am
They threw a halfpenny into my cap,
     G                     C        D
For I am running to Paradise;
       G                      D
And all that I need do is to wish
          Am                          C
And somebody puts his hand into dish
           Em                    Hm
To throw me a bit of salted fish:
           D                                       Em
And there the king is but as the beggar.
 
My brother Mourteen is worn out
In skelping his big brawling lout,
And I am running to Paradise;
A poor life, do what he can,
And though he keep a dog and a gun,
A 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 am running 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 am running 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.
	

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