Song | Banks of Green Willow |
Artist | Martin Carthy |
Album | Shearwater |
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作词 : Traditional | |
It's of a sea captain | |
Who lived down by the seaside, oh, | |
And he's courted with a fair maid, | |
And he's got her with child. | |
Go and get your father's goodwill, | |
And get some of your mother's money, | |
And we'll sail right o'er the ocean | |
Along with young Johnny. | |
Oh she's got her father's goodwill, | |
And she's ta'en some of her mother's money, | |
And she's sailed right o'er the ocean | |
Along with young Johnny. | |
Now they had not been a-sailing | |
But six weeks or better, | |
Before she needed women | |
And she could not get any. | |
Oh hold your tongue you silly girl | |
Oh hold your tongue my honey | |
For we cannot get women | |
For love nor for money. | |
Now they had not been a sailing | |
But seven weeks or better, | |
With our sails high and the sea smooth, | |
But miles we made not any. | |
Oh there's fay folk in our gallant ship, | |
The captain he cried so boldly, | |
Oh there's fay folk in our gallant ship, | |
She will not sail for me. | |
So they've cast the black bullets, | |
And they've cursed twice six and forty, | |
And it's oh the black bullet | |
Fell on his dearest honey. | |
Oh he's tied a napkin all round her head | |
And he's tied it round so softly, | |
And he's thrown her right over, | |
Both she and her baby. | |
And it's seeing how she doth swim my boys, | |
And it's seeing how she doth swagger, | |
She will never leave off swimming | |
Till she come to some cover. | |
Oh she shall have a coffin | |
And the nails shall shine yellow | |
And me love she shall be buried | |
On the banks of green willow. |
zuo ci : Traditional | |
It' s of a sea captain | |
Who lived down by the seaside, oh, | |
And he' s courted with a fair maid, | |
And he' s got her with child. | |
Go and get your father' s goodwill, | |
And get some of your mother' s money, | |
And we' ll sail right o' er the ocean | |
Along with young Johnny. | |
Oh she' s got her father' s goodwill, | |
And she' s ta' en some of her mother' s money, | |
And she' s sailed right o' er the ocean | |
Along with young Johnny. | |
Now they had not been asailing | |
But six weeks or better, | |
Before she needed women | |
And she could not get any. | |
Oh hold your tongue you silly girl | |
Oh hold your tongue my honey | |
For we cannot get women | |
For love nor for money. | |
Now they had not been a sailing | |
But seven weeks or better, | |
With our sails high and the sea smooth, | |
But miles we made not any. | |
Oh there' s fay folk in our gallant ship, | |
The captain he cried so boldly, | |
Oh there' s fay folk in our gallant ship, | |
She will not sail for me. | |
So they' ve cast the black bullets, | |
And they' ve cursed twice six and forty, | |
And it' s oh the black bullet | |
Fell on his dearest honey. | |
Oh he' s tied a napkin all round her head | |
And he' s tied it round so softly, | |
And he' s thrown her right over, | |
Both she and her baby. | |
And it' s seeing how she doth swim my boys, | |
And it' s seeing how she doth swagger, | |
She will never leave off swimming | |
Till she come to some cover. | |
Oh she shall have a coffin | |
And the nails shall shine yellow | |
And me love she shall be buried | |
On the banks of green willow. |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
It' s of a sea captain | |
Who lived down by the seaside, oh, | |
And he' s courted with a fair maid, | |
And he' s got her with child. | |
Go and get your father' s goodwill, | |
And get some of your mother' s money, | |
And we' ll sail right o' er the ocean | |
Along with young Johnny. | |
Oh she' s got her father' s goodwill, | |
And she' s ta' en some of her mother' s money, | |
And she' s sailed right o' er the ocean | |
Along with young Johnny. | |
Now they had not been asailing | |
But six weeks or better, | |
Before she needed women | |
And she could not get any. | |
Oh hold your tongue you silly girl | |
Oh hold your tongue my honey | |
For we cannot get women | |
For love nor for money. | |
Now they had not been a sailing | |
But seven weeks or better, | |
With our sails high and the sea smooth, | |
But miles we made not any. | |
Oh there' s fay folk in our gallant ship, | |
The captain he cried so boldly, | |
Oh there' s fay folk in our gallant ship, | |
She will not sail for me. | |
So they' ve cast the black bullets, | |
And they' ve cursed twice six and forty, | |
And it' s oh the black bullet | |
Fell on his dearest honey. | |
Oh he' s tied a napkin all round her head | |
And he' s tied it round so softly, | |
And he' s thrown her right over, | |
Both she and her baby. | |
And it' s seeing how she doth swim my boys, | |
And it' s seeing how she doth swagger, | |
She will never leave off swimming | |
Till she come to some cover. | |
Oh she shall have a coffin | |
And the nails shall shine yellow | |
And me love she shall be buried | |
On the banks of green willow. |