Song | King Henry |
Artist | Steeleye Span |
Album | The Very Best of Steeleye Span - Present |
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作词 : Traditional | |
Let never a man a wooing wend | |
That lacketh things three, | |
A store of gold, and open heart, | |
And full of charity; | |
And this was seen of King Henry | |
Though he lay quite alone, | |
For he's taken him to a haunted hall | |
Seven miles from the town. | |
He's chased the deer now him before | |
And the doe down by the den | |
Till the fattest buck in all the flock | |
King Henry he has slain. | |
His huntsmen followed him to the hall | |
To make them burly cheer, | |
When loud the wind was heard to sound | |
And an earthquake rocked the floor. | |
And darkness covered all the hall | |
Where they sat at their meat, | |
The grey dogs, yowling, left their food | |
And crept to Henry's feet. | |
And louder howled the rising wind | |
And burst the fastened door, | |
And in there came a grisly ghost | |
Stramping on the floor. | |
Her head hit the roof-tree of the house, | |
Her middle you could not span, | |
Each frightened huntsman fled the hall | |
And left the king alone, | |
Her teeth were like the tether stakes, | |
Her nose like club or mell, | |
And nothing less she seemed to be | |
Than a fiend that comes form hell. | |
Some meat, some meat you King Henry, | |
Some meat you give to me, | |
Go kill your horse you King Henry | |
And bring him here to me; | |
He's gone and slain his berry brown steed | |
Though it made his heart full sore, | |
For she's eaten up both skin and bone | |
Left nothing but hide and hair. | |
More meat, more meat you King Henry | |
More meat you give to me, | |
Go Kill your greyhounds King Henry | |
And bring them here to me; | |
And when he's slain his good greyhounds, | |
It made his heart full sore, | |
She's eaten them up both skin and bone, | |
Left nothing but hide and hair. | |
More meat, more meat you King Henry | |
More meat you give to me, | |
Go fell your goshawks King Henry | |
And bring them here to me; | |
And when he's slain his gay goshawks, | |
It made his heart full sore, | |
She's eaten them up both skin and bone, | |
Left nothing but feathers bare. | |
Some drink, some drink now King Henry | |
Some drink you give to me, | |
Oh you sew up your horse's hide | |
And bring in a drink to me, | |
And he's sewed up the bloody hide | |
And a pipe of wine put in, | |
And she's drank it up all in one draught | |
Left never a drop therein. | |
A bed, a bed now King Henry, | |
A bed you'll make for me, | |
Oh you must pull the heather green | |
And make it soft for me; | |
And pulled has he the heather green | |
And made for her a bed, | |
And taken has he his gay mantle | |
And o'er it he has spread. | |
Take off your clothes now King Henry | |
And lie down by my side, | |
Now swear, now swear you King Henry | |
To take me for your bride. | |
Oh God forbid, says King Henry, | |
That ever the like betide, | |
That ever a fiend that comes from hell | |
Should stretch down by my side. | |
When the night was gone and the day was come | |
And the sun shone through the hall, | |
The fairest lady that ever was seen | |
Lay between him and the wall. | |
I've met with many a gentle knight | |
That gave me such a fill, | |
But never before with a courteous knight | |
That gave me all my will |
zuo ci : Traditional | |
Let never a man a wooing wend | |
That lacketh things three, | |
A store of gold, and open heart, | |
And full of charity | |
And this was seen of King Henry | |
Though he lay quite alone, | |
For he' s taken him to a haunted hall | |
Seven miles from the town. | |
He' s chased the deer now him before | |
And the doe down by the den | |
Till the fattest buck in all the flock | |
King Henry he has slain. | |
His huntsmen followed him to the hall | |
To make them burly cheer, | |
When loud the wind was heard to sound | |
And an earthquake rocked the floor. | |
And darkness covered all the hall | |
Where they sat at their meat, | |
The grey dogs, yowling, left their food | |
And crept to Henry' s feet. | |
And louder howled the rising wind | |
And burst the fastened door, | |
And in there came a grisly ghost | |
Stramping on the floor. | |
Her head hit the rooftree of the house, | |
Her middle you could not span, | |
Each frightened huntsman fled the hall | |
And left the king alone, | |
Her teeth were like the tether stakes, | |
Her nose like club or mell, | |
And nothing less she seemed to be | |
Than a fiend that comes form hell. | |
Some meat, some meat you King Henry, | |
Some meat you give to me, | |
Go kill your horse you King Henry | |
And bring him here to me | |
He' s gone and slain his berry brown steed | |
Though it made his heart full sore, | |
For she' s eaten up both skin and bone | |
Left nothing but hide and hair. | |
More meat, more meat you King Henry | |
More meat you give to me, | |
Go Kill your greyhounds King Henry | |
And bring them here to me | |
And when he' s slain his good greyhounds, | |
It made his heart full sore, | |
She' s eaten them up both skin and bone, | |
Left nothing but hide and hair. | |
More meat, more meat you King Henry | |
More meat you give to me, | |
Go fell your goshawks King Henry | |
And bring them here to me | |
And when he' s slain his gay goshawks, | |
It made his heart full sore, | |
She' s eaten them up both skin and bone, | |
Left nothing but feathers bare. | |
Some drink, some drink now King Henry | |
Some drink you give to me, | |
Oh you sew up your horse' s hide | |
And bring in a drink to me, | |
And he' s sewed up the bloody hide | |
And a pipe of wine put in, | |
And she' s drank it up all in one draught | |
Left never a drop therein. | |
A bed, a bed now King Henry, | |
A bed you' ll make for me, | |
Oh you must pull the heather green | |
And make it soft for me | |
And pulled has he the heather green | |
And made for her a bed, | |
And taken has he his gay mantle | |
And o' er it he has spread. | |
Take off your clothes now King Henry | |
And lie down by my side, | |
Now swear, now swear you King Henry | |
To take me for your bride. | |
Oh God forbid, says King Henry, | |
That ever the like betide, | |
That ever a fiend that comes from hell | |
Should stretch down by my side. | |
When the night was gone and the day was come | |
And the sun shone through the hall, | |
The fairest lady that ever was seen | |
Lay between him and the wall. | |
I' ve met with many a gentle knight | |
That gave me such a fill, | |
But never before with a courteous knight | |
That gave me all my will |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
Let never a man a wooing wend | |
That lacketh things three, | |
A store of gold, and open heart, | |
And full of charity | |
And this was seen of King Henry | |
Though he lay quite alone, | |
For he' s taken him to a haunted hall | |
Seven miles from the town. | |
He' s chased the deer now him before | |
And the doe down by the den | |
Till the fattest buck in all the flock | |
King Henry he has slain. | |
His huntsmen followed him to the hall | |
To make them burly cheer, | |
When loud the wind was heard to sound | |
And an earthquake rocked the floor. | |
And darkness covered all the hall | |
Where they sat at their meat, | |
The grey dogs, yowling, left their food | |
And crept to Henry' s feet. | |
And louder howled the rising wind | |
And burst the fastened door, | |
And in there came a grisly ghost | |
Stramping on the floor. | |
Her head hit the rooftree of the house, | |
Her middle you could not span, | |
Each frightened huntsman fled the hall | |
And left the king alone, | |
Her teeth were like the tether stakes, | |
Her nose like club or mell, | |
And nothing less she seemed to be | |
Than a fiend that comes form hell. | |
Some meat, some meat you King Henry, | |
Some meat you give to me, | |
Go kill your horse you King Henry | |
And bring him here to me | |
He' s gone and slain his berry brown steed | |
Though it made his heart full sore, | |
For she' s eaten up both skin and bone | |
Left nothing but hide and hair. | |
More meat, more meat you King Henry | |
More meat you give to me, | |
Go Kill your greyhounds King Henry | |
And bring them here to me | |
And when he' s slain his good greyhounds, | |
It made his heart full sore, | |
She' s eaten them up both skin and bone, | |
Left nothing but hide and hair. | |
More meat, more meat you King Henry | |
More meat you give to me, | |
Go fell your goshawks King Henry | |
And bring them here to me | |
And when he' s slain his gay goshawks, | |
It made his heart full sore, | |
She' s eaten them up both skin and bone, | |
Left nothing but feathers bare. | |
Some drink, some drink now King Henry | |
Some drink you give to me, | |
Oh you sew up your horse' s hide | |
And bring in a drink to me, | |
And he' s sewed up the bloody hide | |
And a pipe of wine put in, | |
And she' s drank it up all in one draught | |
Left never a drop therein. | |
A bed, a bed now King Henry, | |
A bed you' ll make for me, | |
Oh you must pull the heather green | |
And make it soft for me | |
And pulled has he the heather green | |
And made for her a bed, | |
And taken has he his gay mantle | |
And o' er it he has spread. | |
Take off your clothes now King Henry | |
And lie down by my side, | |
Now swear, now swear you King Henry | |
To take me for your bride. | |
Oh God forbid, says King Henry, | |
That ever the like betide, | |
That ever a fiend that comes from hell | |
Should stretch down by my side. | |
When the night was gone and the day was come | |
And the sun shone through the hall, | |
The fairest lady that ever was seen | |
Lay between him and the wall. | |
I' ve met with many a gentle knight | |
That gave me such a fill, | |
But never before with a courteous knight | |
That gave me all my will |