Jedidiah 1777

	作曲 : Eliza Gilkyson
	作词 : Eliza Gilkyson
	Jedidiah out in the snow
	Walkin' the frozen trenchlines
	Wet boots and his wool coat comin' apart at the seams.
	Rations of hard-baked dough,
	Handfuls of melting snow
	What else can a man live on but his dreams?
	Not twenty miles away,
	in the mansions of Philadelphia,
	Loyalists lay their money down on the king.
	We've provision enough for the day,
	but if victory were just for the wealthy
	Our noble cause wouldn't be worth the hardship we're suffering.
	Send the cloth for a good waistcoat,
	I dream of your hearth and the fields of oat.
	I awake to the drum and the trembling note of the fifer.
	May it please God in His great mercy,
	To shelter our friends and our family.
	I remain your son most faithfully,
	Jedidiah
	I have seen a man, who has seen a man
	who has heard the king,
	Tell of his intention our independence to declare.
	The peace will undoubtedly bring
	A great revolution in commerce;
	May it be our rightful fortune to come in for a share.
	My regards to a certain Miss Moore,
	I've stated my honorable intentions for her;
	That upon my return from this necessary war she'll be my wife.
	May it please God in His great mercy
	to restore the joys of domesticity.
	Salutations to the family,
	Jedidiah
	I rejoice that the cause we're engaged in
	is in the hands of an Almighty Sovereign;
	Who I doubt not is accomplishing the ends of His desire.
	My love to you and the fair Miss Moore;
	Spare me a bottle from the cellar store,
	and in my name let the contents pour,
	Jedidiah

	zuò qǔ : Eliza Gilkyson
	zuò cí : Eliza Gilkyson
	Jedidiah out in the snow
	Walkin' the frozen trenchlines
	Wet boots and his wool coat comin' apart at the seams.
	Rations of hardbaked dough,
	Handfuls of melting snow
	What else can a man live on but his dreams?
	Not twenty miles away,
	in the mansions of Philadelphia,
	Loyalists lay their money down on the king.
	We' ve provision enough for the day,
	but if victory were just for the wealthy
	Our noble cause wouldn' t be worth the hardship we' re suffering.
	Send the cloth for a good waistcoat,
	I dream of your hearth and the fields of oat.
	I awake to the drum and the trembling note of the fifer.
	May it please God in His great mercy,
	To shelter our friends and our family.
	I remain your son most faithfully,
	Jedidiah
	I have seen a man, who has seen a man
	who has heard the king,
	Tell of his intention our independence to declare.
	The peace will undoubtedly bring
	A great revolution in commerce
	May it be our rightful fortune to come in for a share.
	My regards to a certain Miss Moore,
	I' ve stated my honorable intentions for her
	That upon my return from this necessary war she' ll be my wife.
	May it please God in His great mercy
	to restore the joys of domesticity.
	Salutations to the family,
	Jedidiah
	I rejoice that the cause we' re engaged in
	is in the hands of an Almighty Sovereign
	Who I doubt not is accomplishing the ends of His desire.
	My love to you and the fair Miss Moore
	Spare me a bottle from the cellar store,
	and in my name let the contents pour,
	Jedidiah