M. Konopnicka - A czegóż rżysz po rosie.docx

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            A czegóż rżysz po rosie…                                                                                                  A czegóż rżysz po rosie,                                                                                                                                                      Koniku              ty mój siwy?                                                                                                                               Nie będę ja ci w jedwab                                                                                                                                                               Zaplatał długiej grzywy!                                                                                                                                                                           Hej, długiej grzywy!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Nie będę ja cię wodził                                                                                                                                 Na uździe z karmazynu;                                                                                                                          W parciankach będziesz chodził                                                                                                                                U pługa, chłopski synu!                                                                                                                                                 Hej, chłopski synu!                                                                                                                                                             Nie będziesz ty się pysznił,                                                                                                                       Pod siodłem, pod czerwonem;                                                                                                              Łeb jeno zwiesisz smutnie                                                                                                                          Nad czarnym tym wygonem…                                                                                                                                                                 Hej, nad wygonem!                                                                                                                                                 Zębatą ciągnąc bronę,                                                                                                                                                                                                       Spotniejesz białą rosą,                                                                                                                                                  Ani cię wiatry one                                                                                                                                                                                                                 W kraj świata nie poniosą…                                                                                                                                                                     Hej, nie poniosą!                                                                                                                                        Ani ja nie dam ciebie                                                                                                                                            W złociste kuć podkowy,                                                                                                                              Co byś tak stąpił z góry,                                                                                                                              Jakoby nasz karbowy…                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                1016                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Nie będą drobną sieczką                                                                                                                              Karmiły  ciebie panny;                                                                                                                                            Nie padniesz w krwawym polu,                                                                                                                              Świszczącą kulką ranny…                                                                                                                              Hej, kulką ranny!                                                                                                                              Na piasku , na ugorze,                                                                                                                                            Gospodarz cię ostawi,                                                                                                                                            A rosa oczy wyżre,                                                                                                                                            A słońce kości strawi…                                                                                                                                            Hej, kości strawi !                                                                                                                                                          Nie będą tobie grały                                                                                                                                            Muzyki ni trębacze,                                                                                                                                            Wiatr jeno cię pogrzebie,                                                                                                                              A deszczyk cię zapłacze…                                                                                                                              Hej, deszcz zapłacze !                                                                                                                              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