Song | Sweet England |
Artist | Shirley Collins |
Album | Sweet England |
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作词 : Traditional | |
As I was a walking one morning in Spring, | |
To hear the larks whistle and the gully-birds sing, | |
I heard a sweet maiden a making a moan, | |
But alas I'm a stranger a long way from home. | |
I came from Sweet England with my mother and dad, | |
And I thought in America all could be had, | |
Of Gold and of silver and acres galore, | |
And I'll never meet hunger and poverty more. | |
But alas for Sweet England my father is dead, | |
And my mother can learn but there's little for bread, | |
And I dream as I gaze o'er the far distant Main, | |
For a fine ship to take me to England again. | |
Now my mother is dead, and I'm left all alone, | |
But if I were in England no more would I roam, | |
And the aunt's in the country and she loves me amain, | |
So won't some ship take me to England again? | |
There's a neat little cottage with a rose at the door, | |
And there with my aunt I would live my life o'er, | |
And nurse her in sickness and tend to her pain, | |
And thank God I'm back in Sweet England again. |
zuo ci : Traditional | |
As I was a walking one morning in Spring, | |
To hear the larks whistle and the gullybirds sing, | |
I heard a sweet maiden a making a moan, | |
But alas I' m a stranger a long way from home. | |
I came from Sweet England with my mother and dad, | |
And I thought in America all could be had, | |
Of Gold and of silver and acres galore, | |
And I' ll never meet hunger and poverty more. | |
But alas for Sweet England my father is dead, | |
And my mother can learn but there' s little for bread, | |
And I dream as I gaze o' er the far distant Main, | |
For a fine ship to take me to England again. | |
Now my mother is dead, and I' m left all alone, | |
But if I were in England no more would I roam, | |
And the aunt' s in the country and she loves me amain, | |
So won' t some ship take me to England again? | |
There' s a neat little cottage with a rose at the door, | |
And there with my aunt I would live my life o' er, | |
And nurse her in sickness and tend to her pain, | |
And thank God I' m back in Sweet England again. |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
As I was a walking one morning in Spring, | |
To hear the larks whistle and the gullybirds sing, | |
I heard a sweet maiden a making a moan, | |
But alas I' m a stranger a long way from home. | |
I came from Sweet England with my mother and dad, | |
And I thought in America all could be had, | |
Of Gold and of silver and acres galore, | |
And I' ll never meet hunger and poverty more. | |
But alas for Sweet England my father is dead, | |
And my mother can learn but there' s little for bread, | |
And I dream as I gaze o' er the far distant Main, | |
For a fine ship to take me to England again. | |
Now my mother is dead, and I' m left all alone, | |
But if I were in England no more would I roam, | |
And the aunt' s in the country and she loves me amain, | |
So won' t some ship take me to England again? | |
There' s a neat little cottage with a rose at the door, | |
And there with my aunt I would live my life o' er, | |
And nurse her in sickness and tend to her pain, | |
And thank God I' m back in Sweet England again. |