| Song | Prince Heathen |
| Artist | Martin Carthy |
| Album | Signs of Life |
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| 作词 : Traditional | |
| Lady sits in her garden fair, sewing a silken seam | |
| And by there come this Prince Heathen, and he vowed her love he'd gain | |
| O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Oh never yet you, heathen dog, I never shall for you | |
| She turned her around and aloud did cry, begone I love not you | |
| And then he vowed him Prince Heathen, that she would weep full sore | |
| O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Oh never yet you, heathen dog, I never shall for you | |
| So he's laid her all on the ground between himself and the wall | |
| And there he's stripped her of her will and her maidenhead and all | |
| O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Oh never yet you, heathen dog, I never shall for you | |
| Oh I slew your father in his bed and your mother by his side | |
| And your seven brothers one by one, I drowned them in the tide | |
| O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Oh never yet you, heathen dog, I never shall for you | |
| Oh I'll lay you in a vault of stone with thirty locks upon | |
| And meat nor drink you will never get till your baby it is born | |
| O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Oh never yet you, heathen dog, I never shall for you | |
| So he's laid her in a vault of stone with thirty locks upon | |
| And he's taken the key in his right hand to the mountain he has gone | |
| O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Oh never yet you, heathen dog, I never shall for you | |
| Prince Heathen he from the mountains came with his merry men all in a line | |
| And he sought out this fair young maid down in her vault of stone | |
| And how d'you do and do you weep, lady tell me true | |
| I'm never weeping, heathen dog, but dying here for you | |
| Oh meat nor drink you'll never get, nor out of prison come | |
| Oh meat nor drink you will never get, till your baby it is born | |
| O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Ah never yet you, heathen dog, I never shall for you | |
| Her time came on and further on, in labour there she lay | |
| She laboured up she laboured down, but lighter she could not be | |
| O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Ah never yet you, heathen dog, and never yet for you | |
| So he's laid her all on the green and his merry men stood around | |
| And how they laughed and how they mocked, as she brought forth a son | |
| O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Ah never yet you, heathen dog, I never shall for you | |
| A drink, a drink, the young girl cries, all from Prince Heathen's hand | |
| Oh never a drop, Prince Heathen cries, till ye give up your son | |
| Then lend to me a silken shawl or a blanket or a sheet | |
| That I may wrap this little baby, that lies in me arms asleep | |
| Oh I'll lend you an old horse blanket to wrap him head and feet | |
| And there she took it in her hand, so bitter she did weep | |
| O lady do you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Oh never yet you, heathen dog, and never now for you | |
| Could you not give any better thing than a horse blanket or a sheet | |
| To wrap and swaddle your own young son, that lies in my arms asleep | |
| He's borne her up so very soft, borne her up so slow | |
| He's laid her down in a soft green bed, so dearly he loved her now | |
| O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Ah never yet you, heathen dog, I never shall for you |
| zuo ci : Traditional | |
| Lady sits in her garden fair, sewing a silken seam | |
| And by there come this Prince Heathen, and he vowed her love he' d gain | |
| O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Oh never yet you, heathen dog, I never shall for you | |
| She turned her around and aloud did cry, begone I love not you | |
| And then he vowed him Prince Heathen, that she would weep full sore | |
| O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Oh never yet you, heathen dog, I never shall for you | |
| So he' s laid her all on the ground between himself and the wall | |
| And there he' s stripped her of her will and her maidenhead and all | |
| O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Oh never yet you, heathen dog, I never shall for you | |
| Oh I slew your father in his bed and your mother by his side | |
| And your seven brothers one by one, I drowned them in the tide | |
| O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Oh never yet you, heathen dog, I never shall for you | |
| Oh I' ll lay you in a vault of stone with thirty locks upon | |
| And meat nor drink you will never get till your baby it is born | |
| O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Oh never yet you, heathen dog, I never shall for you | |
| So he' s laid her in a vault of stone with thirty locks upon | |
| And he' s taken the key in his right hand to the mountain he has gone | |
| O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Oh never yet you, heathen dog, I never shall for you | |
| Prince Heathen he from the mountains came with his merry men all in a line | |
| And he sought out this fair young maid down in her vault of stone | |
| And how d' you do and do you weep, lady tell me true | |
| I' m never weeping, heathen dog, but dying here for you | |
| Oh meat nor drink you' ll never get, nor out of prison come | |
| Oh meat nor drink you will never get, till your baby it is born | |
| O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Ah never yet you, heathen dog, I never shall for you | |
| Her time came on and further on, in labour there she lay | |
| She laboured up she laboured down, but lighter she could not be | |
| O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Ah never yet you, heathen dog, and never yet for you | |
| So he' s laid her all on the green and his merry men stood around | |
| And how they laughed and how they mocked, as she brought forth a son | |
| O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Ah never yet you, heathen dog, I never shall for you | |
| A drink, a drink, the young girl cries, all from Prince Heathen' s hand | |
| Oh never a drop, Prince Heathen cries, till ye give up your son | |
| Then lend to me a silken shawl or a blanket or a sheet | |
| That I may wrap this little baby, that lies in me arms asleep | |
| Oh I' ll lend you an old horse blanket to wrap him head and feet | |
| And there she took it in her hand, so bitter she did weep | |
| O lady do you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Oh never yet you, heathen dog, and never now for you | |
| Could you not give any better thing than a horse blanket or a sheet | |
| To wrap and swaddle your own young son, that lies in my arms asleep | |
| He' s borne her up so very soft, borne her up so slow | |
| He' s laid her down in a soft green bed, so dearly he loved her now | |
| O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Ah never yet you, heathen dog, I never shall for you |
| zuò cí : Traditional | |
| Lady sits in her garden fair, sewing a silken seam | |
| And by there come this Prince Heathen, and he vowed her love he' d gain | |
| O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Oh never yet you, heathen dog, I never shall for you | |
| She turned her around and aloud did cry, begone I love not you | |
| And then he vowed him Prince Heathen, that she would weep full sore | |
| O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Oh never yet you, heathen dog, I never shall for you | |
| So he' s laid her all on the ground between himself and the wall | |
| And there he' s stripped her of her will and her maidenhead and all | |
| O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Oh never yet you, heathen dog, I never shall for you | |
| Oh I slew your father in his bed and your mother by his side | |
| And your seven brothers one by one, I drowned them in the tide | |
| O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Oh never yet you, heathen dog, I never shall for you | |
| Oh I' ll lay you in a vault of stone with thirty locks upon | |
| And meat nor drink you will never get till your baby it is born | |
| O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Oh never yet you, heathen dog, I never shall for you | |
| So he' s laid her in a vault of stone with thirty locks upon | |
| And he' s taken the key in his right hand to the mountain he has gone | |
| O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Oh never yet you, heathen dog, I never shall for you | |
| Prince Heathen he from the mountains came with his merry men all in a line | |
| And he sought out this fair young maid down in her vault of stone | |
| And how d' you do and do you weep, lady tell me true | |
| I' m never weeping, heathen dog, but dying here for you | |
| Oh meat nor drink you' ll never get, nor out of prison come | |
| Oh meat nor drink you will never get, till your baby it is born | |
| O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Ah never yet you, heathen dog, I never shall for you | |
| Her time came on and further on, in labour there she lay | |
| She laboured up she laboured down, but lighter she could not be | |
| O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Ah never yet you, heathen dog, and never yet for you | |
| So he' s laid her all on the green and his merry men stood around | |
| And how they laughed and how they mocked, as she brought forth a son | |
| O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Ah never yet you, heathen dog, I never shall for you | |
| A drink, a drink, the young girl cries, all from Prince Heathen' s hand | |
| Oh never a drop, Prince Heathen cries, till ye give up your son | |
| Then lend to me a silken shawl or a blanket or a sheet | |
| That I may wrap this little baby, that lies in me arms asleep | |
| Oh I' ll lend you an old horse blanket to wrap him head and feet | |
| And there she took it in her hand, so bitter she did weep | |
| O lady do you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Oh never yet you, heathen dog, and never now for you | |
| Could you not give any better thing than a horse blanket or a sheet | |
| To wrap and swaddle your own young son, that lies in my arms asleep | |
| He' s borne her up so very soft, borne her up so slow | |
| He' s laid her down in a soft green bed, so dearly he loved her now | |
| O lady will you weep for me, lady tell me true | |
| Ah never yet you, heathen dog, I never shall for you |