M. Konopnicka - A kiedy mi przyjdzie zagrać.docx

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      A kiedy mi przyjdzie zagrać…                                                                                                                                       A kiedy mi przyjdzie zagrać                                                                                                                                            W polu dziewczynie                                                                                                                                            - Da dana!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              W polu dziewczynie,                                                                                                                                                                                                               Wykręcę ja fujareczkę                                                                                                                                       W tej wodnej trzcinie                                                                                                                                                             - Da dana!                                                                                                                                                                        W tej wodnej trzcinie.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Bo ta trzcina się ugina                                                                                                                           Za wiatru wianiem;                                                                                                                                                                      Nie inaksza i dziewczyna                                                                                                                      Z swoim kochaniem…                                                                                                                                       Wprawiłaby jasne słonko                                                                                                                     W szybkę u chaty,                                                                                                                                      Wyglądałaby, czy jedzie                                                                                                                                                                                                     Do niej bogaty!                                                                                                                                                                                                       A kiedy mi przyjdzie zagrać                                                                                                                                                                                                          Na cudzym progu                                                                                                                                          - Da dana!                                                                                                                                                                                                            Na cudzym progu,                                                                                                                                                           Wykręcę ja fujareczkę                                                                                                                                                                                 W tym ostrym głogu                                                                                                                                                                                                              - Da dana!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          W tym ostrym głogu!                                                                                                                                                                                 Będziesz śpiewać mi przy sercu                                                                                                                                 Gorzkimi łzami,                                                                                                                                                                                                        Aż poleci głos żałosny                                                                                                                                                                                                    Tymi łanami…                                                                                                                                                                                           Chodzi krzywda popod lasem,                                                                                                                                                                 Po jarach chodzi,                                                                                                                                          Nikt nie zgadnie, co za czasem                                                                                                                                                                                                     Złe ziarno  zrodzi…                                                                                                                                                                              A kiedy mi przyjdzie zagrać                                                                                                                                                                                             W tym pańskim dworze                                                                                                                                          - Da dana!                                                                                                                                                                                               W tym pańskim dworze,                                                                                                                               Wykręcę ja fujareczkę                                                                                                                            W najgęstszym borze                                                                                                                                                    - Da dana!                                                                                                                                                                     W najgęstszym borze!                                                                                                                                               Pamiętają stare drzewa                                                                                                                                            Tę czarną dolę,                                                                                                                                                          Co tu przeszła przez te chaty                                                                                                                              I przez to pole…                                                                                                                                            Rozśpiewały się piosenki                                                                                                                              W jęki i płacze,                                                                                                                                                          Aż ściemnieją złote miody,                                                                                                                              Białe kołacze…                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            1028                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          A kiedy mi przyjdzie zagrać                                                                                                                              Tej nocce śpiącej                                                                                                                                            Da dana!                                                                                                                                                          Tej nocce śpiącej                                                                                                                                            Da dana!                                                                                                                                                          Tej nocce śpiącej,                                                                                    ...

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