| Song | Ducks On A Pond |
| Artist | The Incredible String Band |
| Album | Wee Tam |
| 作词 : Williamson | |
| Ducks on a pond, ducks on a pond | |
| Very pretty swimming round | |
| The lion and the unicorn journey very far | |
| The answers are the question, sir | |
| The lady soothes the lion's fur | |
| Meek as a lamb he follows her | |
| Wherever angels are | |
| Sing me something | |
| I asked the ice it would not say | |
| But only cracked or moved away | |
| I thought I knew me yesterday | |
| Whoever sings this song | |
| Greetings on you kings in the sky | |
| Who'll buy me a mynah bird | |
| Play me a magic word | |
| Speak of hopes with thoughts absurd | |
| Thoughts floating by | |
| Little ducks, pretty birds | |
| Clouds across the sky | |
| Moving pieces on the plains of Troy | |
| Carving faces on the rocks of joy | |
| Pretty lady washing the tiles | |
| Soapy pictures like crocodiles | |
| Chilly winds blowing | |
| Lovely spring coming soon | |
| I wear my body like a caravan | |
| Gipsy rover in a magic land | |
| Misty mountains where the eagles fly | |
| Lonely valleys where the lost ones cry | |
| I had a little letter full of paper | |
| Inky scratches everywhere | |
| Always looking, looking for a paradise island | |
| Help me find it everywhere | |
| Peacocks talking of the colour grey | |
| Awaking soundly in darkest day A howling tempest on a silent sea | |
| Lovely Jesus nailed to a tree | |
| Mad as the moon when Merlin falls | |
| Silver castles and silver halls | |
| Taking lessons from the piper's son | |
| Learn to play while the world is young | |
| Boys and girls come out to play | |
| The moon doth shine as bright as day | |
| Leave your sorrows and leave your sleep | |
| And join your playfellows in the street | |
| Come with a whoop or come with a call | |
| Come with a goodwill or not at all | |
| Up the ladder and down the wall | |
| A ha'penny loaf will serve for all | |
| Following my fortune now the Holy Grail is found | |
| And the Holy Bread of Heaven it is given all around | |
| Farewell sorrow, praise God the open door | |
| I ain't got no home in this world any more | |
| Poor as the birds but to give their song away | |
| Gathering possessions round to make a fine array | |
| Dark was the night, praise God the open door | |
| I ain't got no home in this world anymore. |
| zuò cí : Williamson | |
| Ducks on a pond, ducks on a pond | |
| Very pretty swimming round | |
| The lion and the unicorn journey very far | |
| The answers are the question, sir | |
| The lady soothes the lion' s fur | |
| Meek as a lamb he follows her | |
| Wherever angels are | |
| Sing me something | |
| I asked the ice it would not say | |
| But only cracked or moved away | |
| I thought I knew me yesterday | |
| Whoever sings this song | |
| Greetings on you kings in the sky | |
| Who' ll buy me a mynah bird | |
| Play me a magic word | |
| Speak of hopes with thoughts absurd | |
| Thoughts floating by | |
| Little ducks, pretty birds | |
| Clouds across the sky | |
| Moving pieces on the plains of Troy | |
| Carving faces on the rocks of joy | |
| Pretty lady washing the tiles | |
| Soapy pictures like crocodiles | |
| Chilly winds blowing | |
| Lovely spring coming soon | |
| I wear my body like a caravan | |
| Gipsy rover in a magic land | |
| Misty mountains where the eagles fly | |
| Lonely valleys where the lost ones cry | |
| I had a little letter full of paper | |
| Inky scratches everywhere | |
| Always looking, looking for a paradise island | |
| Help me find it everywhere | |
| Peacocks talking of the colour grey | |
| Awaking soundly in darkest day A howling tempest on a silent sea | |
| Lovely Jesus nailed to a tree | |
| Mad as the moon when Merlin falls | |
| Silver castles and silver halls | |
| Taking lessons from the piper' s son | |
| Learn to play while the world is young | |
| Boys and girls come out to play | |
| The moon doth shine as bright as day | |
| Leave your sorrows and leave your sleep | |
| And join your playfellows in the street | |
| Come with a whoop or come with a call | |
| Come with a goodwill or not at all | |
| Up the ladder and down the wall | |
| A ha' penny loaf will serve for all | |
| Following my fortune now the Holy Grail is found | |
| And the Holy Bread of Heaven it is given all around | |
| Farewell sorrow, praise God the open door | |
| I ain' t got no home in this world any more | |
| Poor as the birds but to give their song away | |
| Gathering possessions round to make a fine array | |
| Dark was the night, praise God the open door | |
| I ain' t got no home in this world anymore. |