Song | Fisherman's Wife |
Artist | Steeleye Span |
Album | The Lark In Morning - The Early Years |
作曲 : Ewan MacColl/Traditional | |
MacColl-Traditional | |
A' the week your man's awa' | |
And a' the week you bide your lane | |
A' the time you're waiting for | |
The minute that he's comin' hame | |
Ye ken whit why he has tae work | |
Ye ken the hours he has tae keep | |
And yet it's making you angry when | |
Ye see him just come hame tae sleep | |
Through the months and through the years | |
While you're bringing up the bairns | |
Your man's awa' tae here and there | |
Followin' the shoals of herring | |
And when he's back there's nets tae mend | |
You've maybe got a score or twa | |
And when they're done he'll rise and say | |
Wife it's time I was awa' | |
Work and wait and dree your weird | |
Pin yer faith in herrin' sales | |
And oftimes lie awake at nicht | |
In fear and dread of winter gales | |
But men maun work tae earn their breid | |
And men maun sweat to gain their fee | |
And fishermen will aye gang oot | |
As long as fish swim in the sea | |
A' the week your man's awa' | |
And a' the week you bide your lane | |
A' the time you're waiting for | |
The minute that he's comin' hame | |
Ye ken whit why he has tae work | |
Ye ken the hours he has tae keep | |
And yet it's making you angry when | |
Ye see him just come hame tae sleep |
zuò qǔ : Ewan MacColl Traditional | |
MacCollTraditional | |
A' the week your man' s awa' | |
And a' the week you bide your lane | |
A' the time you' re waiting for | |
The minute that he' s comin' hame | |
Ye ken whit why he has tae work | |
Ye ken the hours he has tae keep | |
And yet it' s making you angry when | |
Ye see him just come hame tae sleep | |
Through the months and through the years | |
While you' re bringing up the bairns | |
Your man' s awa' tae here and there | |
Followin' the shoals of herring | |
And when he' s back there' s nets tae mend | |
You' ve maybe got a score or twa | |
And when they' re done he' ll rise and say | |
Wife it' s time I was awa' | |
Work and wait and dree your weird | |
Pin yer faith in herrin' sales | |
And oftimes lie awake at nicht | |
In fear and dread of winter gales | |
But men maun work tae earn their breid | |
And men maun sweat to gain their fee | |
And fishermen will aye gang oot | |
As long as fish swim in the sea | |
A' the week your man' s awa' | |
And a' the week you bide your lane | |
A' the time you' re waiting for | |
The minute that he' s comin' hame | |
Ye ken whit why he has tae work | |
Ye ken the hours he has tae keep | |
And yet it' s making you angry when | |
Ye see him just come hame tae sleep |