Song | The Bonny Hind |
Artist | Martin Carthy |
Album | Signs of Life |
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作词 : Traditional | |
May she comes and May she goes | |
Down the garden green, | |
There she spied this sweet young boy, | |
Sweetest ever she's seen. | |
May she comes and May she goes | |
Down the Holland green, | |
There she spied this sweet young boy, | |
Sweetest ever she's seen. | |
"Give to me your mantle darling, | |
Give me your maidenhead; | |
If you won't give me your mantle darling, | |
Give me your maidenhead." | |
Ta'en her by her hand, her hand, | |
So gently laid her down; | |
Soon as she rose up again | |
He give her the silver comb. | |
"Oh maybe there will be babies so | |
And maybe there will be none, | |
But since you are a gentleman | |
Oh tell to me your name." | |
"No I am no gentleman | |
But am newly come from sea; | |
No I am no courtier darling | |
But well I courted thee. | |
Sometimes they call me Jack," he said, | |
"And sometimes they call me John. | |
But when I'm in my father's house | |
It's Randall is my name." | |
"Now you lie you false young man, | |
So loud you lie to me. | |
I am Randall's only daughter | |
And he has none but me." | |
"Ah you lie, you foolish girl, | |
So loud you lie to me. | |
I am Randall's only son | |
Newly come from the sea." | |
Oh she reached down below her waist | |
And she has pulled out a knife; | |
She has let her own heart's blood | |
And taken her own sweet life. | |
And he's picked up his young sister | |
With a big tear in his eye, | |
For he has buried his only sister | |
Beneath the Holland tree. | |
Then it's up the hill and it's down the hill, | |
His own father to see, | |
Crying, "Oh and oh for my bonny hind | |
Beneath the Holland tree." | |
"What care you for your bonny hind, | |
For her you need not care. | |
We've eight score hinds in yonder park | |
And five score is to spare. | |
Four score of these are silver shod, | |
Of these you may have three." | |
"But it's oh and oh for my bonny hind | |
Beneath the Holland tree." | |
"What care you for your bonny hind, | |
For her you need not care. | |
Take you the best and leave me the worst, | |
For plenty is to spare." | |
"Oh I care not for your hinds, father, | |
I care not for your fee. | |
But it's oh and oh for my bonny hind | |
Beneath the Holland tree." | |
"Son get you to your sister's bower, | |
Your sweet young sister to see. | |
You'll think no more of your bonny hind | |
Beneath the Holland tree." |
zuo ci : Traditional | |
May she comes and May she goes | |
Down the garden green, | |
There she spied this sweet young boy, | |
Sweetest ever she' s seen. | |
May she comes and May she goes | |
Down the Holland green, | |
There she spied this sweet young boy, | |
Sweetest ever she' s seen. | |
" Give to me your mantle darling, | |
Give me your maidenhead | |
If you won' t give me your mantle darling, | |
Give me your maidenhead." | |
Ta' en her by her hand, her hand, | |
So gently laid her down | |
Soon as she rose up again | |
He give her the silver comb. | |
" Oh maybe there will be babies so | |
And maybe there will be none, | |
But since you are a gentleman | |
Oh tell to me your name." | |
" No I am no gentleman | |
But am newly come from sea | |
No I am no courtier darling | |
But well I courted thee. | |
Sometimes they call me Jack," he said, | |
" And sometimes they call me John. | |
But when I' m in my father' s house | |
It' s Randall is my name." | |
" Now you lie you false young man, | |
So loud you lie to me. | |
I am Randall' s only daughter | |
And he has none but me." | |
" Ah you lie, you foolish girl, | |
So loud you lie to me. | |
I am Randall' s only son | |
Newly come from the sea." | |
Oh she reached down below her waist | |
And she has pulled out a knife | |
She has let her own heart' s blood | |
And taken her own sweet life. | |
And he' s picked up his young sister | |
With a big tear in his eye, | |
For he has buried his only sister | |
Beneath the Holland tree. | |
Then it' s up the hill and it' s down the hill, | |
His own father to see, | |
Crying, " Oh and oh for my bonny hind | |
Beneath the Holland tree." | |
" What care you for your bonny hind, | |
For her you need not care. | |
We' ve eight score hinds in yonder park | |
And five score is to spare. | |
Four score of these are silver shod, | |
Of these you may have three." | |
" But it' s oh and oh for my bonny hind | |
Beneath the Holland tree." | |
" What care you for your bonny hind, | |
For her you need not care. | |
Take you the best and leave me the worst, | |
For plenty is to spare." | |
" Oh I care not for your hinds, father, | |
I care not for your fee. | |
But it' s oh and oh for my bonny hind | |
Beneath the Holland tree." | |
" Son get you to your sister' s bower, | |
Your sweet young sister to see. | |
You' ll think no more of your bonny hind | |
Beneath the Holland tree." |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
May she comes and May she goes | |
Down the garden green, | |
There she spied this sweet young boy, | |
Sweetest ever she' s seen. | |
May she comes and May she goes | |
Down the Holland green, | |
There she spied this sweet young boy, | |
Sweetest ever she' s seen. | |
" Give to me your mantle darling, | |
Give me your maidenhead | |
If you won' t give me your mantle darling, | |
Give me your maidenhead." | |
Ta' en her by her hand, her hand, | |
So gently laid her down | |
Soon as she rose up again | |
He give her the silver comb. | |
" Oh maybe there will be babies so | |
And maybe there will be none, | |
But since you are a gentleman | |
Oh tell to me your name." | |
" No I am no gentleman | |
But am newly come from sea | |
No I am no courtier darling | |
But well I courted thee. | |
Sometimes they call me Jack," he said, | |
" And sometimes they call me John. | |
But when I' m in my father' s house | |
It' s Randall is my name." | |
" Now you lie you false young man, | |
So loud you lie to me. | |
I am Randall' s only daughter | |
And he has none but me." | |
" Ah you lie, you foolish girl, | |
So loud you lie to me. | |
I am Randall' s only son | |
Newly come from the sea." | |
Oh she reached down below her waist | |
And she has pulled out a knife | |
She has let her own heart' s blood | |
And taken her own sweet life. | |
And he' s picked up his young sister | |
With a big tear in his eye, | |
For he has buried his only sister | |
Beneath the Holland tree. | |
Then it' s up the hill and it' s down the hill, | |
His own father to see, | |
Crying, " Oh and oh for my bonny hind | |
Beneath the Holland tree." | |
" What care you for your bonny hind, | |
For her you need not care. | |
We' ve eight score hinds in yonder park | |
And five score is to spare. | |
Four score of these are silver shod, | |
Of these you may have three." | |
" But it' s oh and oh for my bonny hind | |
Beneath the Holland tree." | |
" What care you for your bonny hind, | |
For her you need not care. | |
Take you the best and leave me the worst, | |
For plenty is to spare." | |
" Oh I care not for your hinds, father, | |
I care not for your fee. | |
But it' s oh and oh for my bonny hind | |
Beneath the Holland tree." | |
" Son get you to your sister' s bower, | |
Your sweet young sister to see. | |
You' ll think no more of your bonny hind | |
Beneath the Holland tree." |