Song | Sweet Polly Oliver |
Artist | Sarah Brightman |
Album | The Trees They Grow So High |
作曲 : TRAD+BRITTEN BENJAMIN | |
作词 : TRAD+BRITTEN BENJAMIN | |
As sweet Polly Oliver lay musing in bed, | |
A sudden strange fancy came into her head. | |
'Nor father nor mother shall make me false prove, | |
I'll 'list as a soldier, and follow my love.' | |
So early next morning she softly arose, | |
And dressed herself up in her dead brother's clothes. | |
She cut her hair close, and she stained her face brown, | |
And went for a soldier to fair London Town. | |
Then up spoke the sergeant one day at his drill, | |
'Now who's good for nursing? A captain, he's ill.' | |
'I'm ready,' said Polly. To nurse him she's gone, | |
And finds it's her true love all wasted and wan. | |
The first week the docter kept shaking his head, | |
'No nursing, young fellow, can save him,' he said. | |
But when Pooly Oliver had nursed him back to life | |
He cried, 'You have cherished him as if you were his wife'. | |
O then Polly Oliver, whe burst into tears | |
And told the good doctor her hopes and her fears, | |
And very shortly after, for better or for worse, | |
The captain took joyfully his pretty soldier nurse. |
zuò qǔ : TRAD BRITTEN BENJAMIN | |
zuò cí : TRAD BRITTEN BENJAMIN | |
As sweet Polly Oliver lay musing in bed, | |
A sudden strange fancy came into her head. | |
' Nor father nor mother shall make me false prove, | |
I' ll ' list as a soldier, and follow my love.' | |
So early next morning she softly arose, | |
And dressed herself up in her dead brother' s clothes. | |
She cut her hair close, and she stained her face brown, | |
And went for a soldier to fair London Town. | |
Then up spoke the sergeant one day at his drill, | |
' Now who' s good for nursing? A captain, he' s ill.' | |
' I' m ready,' said Polly. To nurse him she' s gone, | |
And finds it' s her true love all wasted and wan. | |
The first week the docter kept shaking his head, | |
' No nursing, young fellow, can save him,' he said. | |
But when Pooly Oliver had nursed him back to life | |
He cried, ' You have cherished him as if you were his wife'. | |
O then Polly Oliver, whe burst into tears | |
And told the good doctor her hopes and her fears, | |
And very shortly after, for better or for worse, | |
The captain took joyfully his pretty soldier nurse. |