Текст песни Меньшов Владимир - Юнга Билл

On the ship sailors walk frowning
Shouts them in the mouth of the old captain.
Yongi Bill's grit teeth,
He sees the bank through the night fog.

On the shore left Mary's crumb,
She stands in the fog blue.
And Jung Bill and believes and does not believe
And waving her donated handkerchief.

Bill returned from Northern Canada.
- Well, a friend, pour wine glass.
I need to drink for health to drink
For the love that she gives me.

In the tavern suddenly opened with the noise of the door,
Bill's eyes got out to the forehead,
After all, in front of him there was a crumb of Mary,
And next to her a huge boatswain Bob.

- Listen, Bob, let's talk in short,
As suitable for old sailors.
I was late for only two nights,
But I will not give the third night without a fight!

Overthrew steel, sails in the circle of sailors,
And boiled a bloody hot battle.
They fought for ash braids,
For shine eyes in the fog blue.