êîììåíòèðîâàííûé ñïèñîê 1961 "Äæîàí Áàýç, òîì 2"
Girl of Constant Sorrow
(Traditional Song - arranged and adapted by Judy Collins)
I am a girl of constant sorrow,
Have seen troubles all my days.
I'm goin' back to California
Place where I was partly raised.
All through this world I'm bound to ramble
Through sun and wind and drivin' rain
I'm bound to ride the western railways
Perhaps I'll take the very next train
Your friends may think that I'm a stranger
My face you'll never see no more
There's one promise that is given
I'll see you on God's golden shore
I am a girl of constant sorrow,
Have seen troubles all my days.
I'm goin' back to California
Place where I was partly raised.
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This ballad, a variation of a popular the Appalachian lament,
was first published in 1913 by a blind singer named Richard Burnett.
(Some researchers believe the song can be traced back
to an old hymn “I am a Pilgrim of Constant Sorrow.”)
During 1918, Cecil Sharp collected the song and published it as “In Old Virginny”.
Sarah Ogan Gunning’s recomposition of the traditional “Man” into a more personal “Girl”
took place about 1936.
Other female versions appear in the repertoire of various folk singers,
including “A Maid of Constant Sorrow” by Judy Collins.
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Sarah Ogan Gunning, 1960s, transcribed by Manfred Helfert.
I am a girl of constant sorrow,
I've seen trouble all my days.
I bid farewell to old Kentucky,
The state where I was born and raised.
My mother, how I hated to leave her,
Mother dear who now is dead.
But I had to go and leave her
So my children could have bread.
Perhaps, dear friends, you are wonderin'
What the miners eat and wear.
This question I will try to answer,
For I'm sure that it is fair.
For breakfast we had bulldog gravy,
For supper we had beans and bread.
The miners don't have any dinner,
And a tick of straw they call a bed.
Well, we call this hell on earth, friends,
I must tell you all goodbye.
Oh, I know you all are hungry,
Oh, my darlin' friends, don't cry.