Песня Теодора ("Моя семья и другие звери") / Theodore's song ("My family and other animals")

Towards evening, our jars, bottles, and tubes full of strange and exciting forms of life, we would turn for home. The sky would be fading to a pale gold as we marched through the olive groves, already dim with shadow, and the air would be cooler and more richly scented. Roger would trot ahead of us, his tongue flapping out, occasionally glancing over his shoulder to make sure we were following him. Theodore and I, hot and dusty and tired, our bulging collecting bags making our shoulders ache pleasantly, would stride along singing a song that Theodore had taught me. It had a rousing tune that gave a new life to tired feet, and Theodore’s baritone voice and my shrill treble would ring out gaily through the gloomy trees:
‘There was an old man who lived in Jerusalem,
Glory Halleluiah, Hi ero jerum.
He wore a top hat and he looked very sprucelum,
Glory Halleluiah, Hi ero jerum.
Skinermer rinki doodle dum, skinermer rinki doodle dum,
Glory Halleluiah, Hi ero jerum…’

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Ковбойщина какая то ! Вряд ли греческий интеллектуал , поэт и офицер впридачу будет так вульгарно подражать амерским нетрезвым пастухам ...

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Судя по его анекдотам и каламбурам из книг, вполне, возможно, что будет