Song | Murder of Maria Marten |
Artist | Shirley Collins |
Album | No Roses |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Traditional |
[00:00.584] | |
[00:43.633] | “If you'll meet me at the Red Barn |
[00:48.143] | As sure as I have life |
[00:51.596] | I will take you to Ipswich Town |
[00:55.196] | And there make you my wife.” |
[00:58.685] | He straight went home and fetched his gun, |
[01:03.144] | His pick-axe and his spade. |
[01:06.583] | He went unto the Red Barn |
[01:10.261] | And there he dug her grave. |
[01:54.649] | Come all you thoughtless young men, |
[02:01.432] | A warning take by me |
[02:05.025] | To think on my unhappy fate |
[02:09.224] | To be hanged upon a tree. |
[02:14.340] | My name is William Corder, |
[02:19.534] | To you I do declare |
[02:23.074] | I courted Maria Marten, |
[02:26.856] | Most beautiful and fair. |
[02:32.600] | I promised I would marry her |
[02:37.363] | Upon a certain day; |
[02:40.934] | Instead of that I was resolved |
[02:45.229] | To take her life away. |
[03:08.374] | I went unto her father's house |
[03:12.607] | The eighteenth day of May |
[03:15.849] | And said, “My dear Maria, |
[03:19.385] | We will fix a wedding day.” |
[03:22.938] | With her heart so light she thought no harm |
[03:26.764] | To meet me she did go. |
[03:30.158] | I murdered her all in the barn |
[03:33.914] | And laid her body low. |
[03:37.312] | After the horrid deed was done |
[03:41.104] | She laid there in her gore |
[03:44.498] | Her bleeding, mangled body lay |
[03:48.301] | Beneath the Red Barn floor. |
[04:05.842] | Now all things being silent |
[04:09.501] | Her spirit could not rest. |
[04:12.901] | She appeared unto her mother |
[04:16.562] | Who'd suckled her at her breast. |
[04:19.992] | For many a long month or more |
[04:23.915] | Her mind being sore oppressed, |
[04:27.193] | Neither at night nor yet by day |
[04:31.046] | Could she take any rest. |
[04:34.253] | Her mother's mind being so disturbed |
[04:38.729] | She dreamed it three nights o'er, |
[04:42.123] | Her daughter she lay murdered |
[04:45.796] | Beneath the Red Barn floor. |
[04:49.407] | She sent the father to the Barn |
[04:53.598] | Where he the ground did thrust |
[04:57.157] | And there he found his daughter |
[05:00.881] | Lay mingling with the dust |
[05:18.521] | My trial was hard, I could not stand, |
[05:22.376] | Most woeful was the sight |
[05:25.676] | When her dear bones was brought to prove |
[05:29.531] | Which pierced my heart quite. |
[05:32.866] | Her aged father standing by, |
[05:36.552] | Likewise his loving wife, |
[05:39.875] | And in her grief her hair she tore |
[05:43.577] | She scarcely could keep life. |
[05:55.001] | Adieu adieu, my loving friends, |
[06:01.156] | My glass is almost run. |
[06:05.035] | On Monday next will be my last |
[06:09.278] | When I am to be hung. |
[06:14.959] | So all young men who do pass by |
[06:19.971] | With pity look on me |
[06:23.675] | For murdering of that young girl |
[06:27.848] | I was hung upon a tree. |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Traditional |
[00:00.584] | |
[00:43.633] | " If you' ll meet me at the Red Barn |
[00:48.143] | As sure as I have life |
[00:51.596] | I will take you to Ipswich Town |
[00:55.196] | And there make you my wife." |
[00:58.685] | He straight went home and fetched his gun, |
[01:03.144] | His pickaxe and his spade. |
[01:06.583] | He went unto the Red Barn |
[01:10.261] | And there he dug her grave. |
[01:54.649] | Come all you thoughtless young men, |
[02:01.432] | A warning take by me |
[02:05.025] | To think on my unhappy fate |
[02:09.224] | To be hanged upon a tree. |
[02:14.340] | My name is William Corder, |
[02:19.534] | To you I do declare |
[02:23.074] | I courted Maria Marten, |
[02:26.856] | Most beautiful and fair. |
[02:32.600] | I promised I would marry her |
[02:37.363] | Upon a certain day |
[02:40.934] | Instead of that I was resolved |
[02:45.229] | To take her life away. |
[03:08.374] | I went unto her father' s house |
[03:12.607] | The eighteenth day of May |
[03:15.849] | And said, " My dear Maria, |
[03:19.385] | We will fix a wedding day." |
[03:22.938] | With her heart so light she thought no harm |
[03:26.764] | To meet me she did go. |
[03:30.158] | I murdered her all in the barn |
[03:33.914] | And laid her body low. |
[03:37.312] | After the horrid deed was done |
[03:41.104] | She laid there in her gore |
[03:44.498] | Her bleeding, mangled body lay |
[03:48.301] | Beneath the Red Barn floor. |
[04:05.842] | Now all things being silent |
[04:09.501] | Her spirit could not rest. |
[04:12.901] | She appeared unto her mother |
[04:16.562] | Who' d suckled her at her breast. |
[04:19.992] | For many a long month or more |
[04:23.915] | Her mind being sore oppressed, |
[04:27.193] | Neither at night nor yet by day |
[04:31.046] | Could she take any rest. |
[04:34.253] | Her mother' s mind being so disturbed |
[04:38.729] | She dreamed it three nights o' er, |
[04:42.123] | Her daughter she lay murdered |
[04:45.796] | Beneath the Red Barn floor. |
[04:49.407] | She sent the father to the Barn |
[04:53.598] | Where he the ground did thrust |
[04:57.157] | And there he found his daughter |
[05:00.881] | Lay mingling with the dust |
[05:18.521] | My trial was hard, I could not stand, |
[05:22.376] | Most woeful was the sight |
[05:25.676] | When her dear bones was brought to prove |
[05:29.531] | Which pierced my heart quite. |
[05:32.866] | Her aged father standing by, |
[05:36.552] | Likewise his loving wife, |
[05:39.875] | And in her grief her hair she tore |
[05:43.577] | She scarcely could keep life. |
[05:55.001] | Adieu adieu, my loving friends, |
[06:01.156] | My glass is almost run. |
[06:05.035] | On Monday next will be my last |
[06:09.278] | When I am to be hung. |
[06:14.959] | So all young men who do pass by |
[06:19.971] | With pity look on me |
[06:23.675] | For murdering of that young girl |
[06:27.848] | I was hung upon a tree. |