Song | Adieu, My Lovely Nancy |
Artist | Altan |
Album | Local Ground |
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作词 : Traditional | |
Adieu, my lovely Nancy | |
Ten thousand times adieu | |
I'll be thinking of my own true love | |
I'll be thinking, dear, of you | |
Will you change your ring with me, my love? | |
Will you change your ring with me? | |
It will be a token of our love | |
When I am far at sea | |
When I am far away from home | |
And you know not where I am | |
Love letters I will write to you | |
From every foreign strand | |
When the farmer boys return at night | |
They will tell their girls fine tales | |
Of all that they've been doing | |
All day out in the fields | |
Of the wheat and hay that they cut down | |
Sure it's all that they can do | |
While we poor jolly, jolly hearts of oak | |
Must plow the seas all through | |
And when we return again, my love | |
To our own dear native shore | |
Fine stories we will tell to you | |
How we plowed the oceans o'er | |
And we'll make the alehouses to ring | |
And the taverns, they will roar | |
And when our money is all gone | |
Sure we'll go to sea for more |
zuo ci : Traditional | |
Adieu, my lovely Nancy | |
Ten thousand times adieu | |
I' ll be thinking of my own true love | |
I' ll be thinking, dear, of you | |
Will you change your ring with me, my love? | |
Will you change your ring with me? | |
It will be a token of our love | |
When I am far at sea | |
When I am far away from home | |
And you know not where I am | |
Love letters I will write to you | |
From every foreign strand | |
When the farmer boys return at night | |
They will tell their girls fine tales | |
Of all that they' ve been doing | |
All day out in the fields | |
Of the wheat and hay that they cut down | |
Sure it' s all that they can do | |
While we poor jolly, jolly hearts of oak | |
Must plow the seas all through | |
And when we return again, my love | |
To our own dear native shore | |
Fine stories we will tell to you | |
How we plowed the oceans o' er | |
And we' ll make the alehouses to ring | |
And the taverns, they will roar | |
And when our money is all gone | |
Sure we' ll go to sea for more |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
Adieu, my lovely Nancy | |
Ten thousand times adieu | |
I' ll be thinking of my own true love | |
I' ll be thinking, dear, of you | |
Will you change your ring with me, my love? | |
Will you change your ring with me? | |
It will be a token of our love | |
When I am far at sea | |
When I am far away from home | |
And you know not where I am | |
Love letters I will write to you | |
From every foreign strand | |
When the farmer boys return at night | |
They will tell their girls fine tales | |
Of all that they' ve been doing | |
All day out in the fields | |
Of the wheat and hay that they cut down | |
Sure it' s all that they can do | |
While we poor jolly, jolly hearts of oak | |
Must plow the seas all through | |
And when we return again, my love | |
To our own dear native shore | |
Fine stories we will tell to you | |
How we plowed the oceans o' er | |
And we' ll make the alehouses to ring | |
And the taverns, they will roar | |
And when our money is all gone | |
Sure we' ll go to sea for more |