| 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. |