Song | He Called for a Candle |
Artist | Martin Carthy |
Album | Shearwater |
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作词 : Traditional | |
He called for a candle to light his way to bed, | |
And likewise a handkerchief to tie around his head, | |
To tie around his head like the sailors often do | |
And he says, “Me pretty fair maid, will you go too?” | |
And Maggie was a young girl, she thought it was no harm, | |
She laid her down beside him for to keep his bosom warm. | |
In the middle of the night when the sailor he grew bold | |
He throwed into her apron five hundred pounds in gold. | |
And it was early the next morning when Maggie's mother rose, | |
Saying, “Daughter, dearest daughter, you have thrown yourself away, | |
You have thrown yourself away and you've birthed a baby, | |
And you'll pass for a young girl in a foreign country.” | |
“Oh mother, dearest mother, oh, I've done nothing wrong | |
For I've gold in me pocket and silver in me purse. | |
And when me baby's born we will pay the nurse a fee, | |
And I'll pass for a young girl in a foreign country.” | |
“And if it bes a girl child, she'll stay at home with me, | |
And if it bes a boy he will plough the dark blue sea. | |
He'll plough the dark blue sea like his daddy done before | |
And he'll skip about the deck like a young sailor boy.” | |
“And it is God bless the ocean that my love sails upon | |
And likewise the bonny ship that carries him along. | |
I'll write me love a letter and I'll seal it with a ring | |
And I never will be happy till me love returns again.” |
zuo ci : Traditional | |
He called for a candle to light his way to bed, | |
And likewise a handkerchief to tie around his head, | |
To tie around his head like the sailors often do | |
And he says, " Me pretty fair maid, will you go too?" | |
And Maggie was a young girl, she thought it was no harm, | |
She laid her down beside him for to keep his bosom warm. | |
In the middle of the night when the sailor he grew bold | |
He throwed into her apron five hundred pounds in gold. | |
And it was early the next morning when Maggie' s mother rose, | |
Saying, " Daughter, dearest daughter, you have thrown yourself away, | |
You have thrown yourself away and you' ve birthed a baby, | |
And you' ll pass for a young girl in a foreign country." | |
" Oh mother, dearest mother, oh, I' ve done nothing wrong | |
For I' ve gold in me pocket and silver in me purse. | |
And when me baby' s born we will pay the nurse a fee, | |
And I' ll pass for a young girl in a foreign country." | |
" And if it bes a girl child, she' ll stay at home with me, | |
And if it bes a boy he will plough the dark blue sea. | |
He' ll plough the dark blue sea like his daddy done before | |
And he' ll skip about the deck like a young sailor boy." | |
" And it is God bless the ocean that my love sails upon | |
And likewise the bonny ship that carries him along. | |
I' ll write me love a letter and I' ll seal it with a ring | |
And I never will be happy till me love returns again." |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
He called for a candle to light his way to bed, | |
And likewise a handkerchief to tie around his head, | |
To tie around his head like the sailors often do | |
And he says, " Me pretty fair maid, will you go too?" | |
And Maggie was a young girl, she thought it was no harm, | |
She laid her down beside him for to keep his bosom warm. | |
In the middle of the night when the sailor he grew bold | |
He throwed into her apron five hundred pounds in gold. | |
And it was early the next morning when Maggie' s mother rose, | |
Saying, " Daughter, dearest daughter, you have thrown yourself away, | |
You have thrown yourself away and you' ve birthed a baby, | |
And you' ll pass for a young girl in a foreign country." | |
" Oh mother, dearest mother, oh, I' ve done nothing wrong | |
For I' ve gold in me pocket and silver in me purse. | |
And when me baby' s born we will pay the nurse a fee, | |
And I' ll pass for a young girl in a foreign country." | |
" And if it bes a girl child, she' ll stay at home with me, | |
And if it bes a boy he will plough the dark blue sea. | |
He' ll plough the dark blue sea like his daddy done before | |
And he' ll skip about the deck like a young sailor boy." | |
" And it is God bless the ocean that my love sails upon | |
And likewise the bonny ship that carries him along. | |
I' ll write me love a letter and I' ll seal it with a ring | |
And I never will be happy till me love returns again." |