Song | The Hills Of Greenmore |
Artist | Steeleye Span |
Album | The Lark In Morning - The Early Years |
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作词 : Traditional | |
Traditional | |
One fine winter's morn my horn I did blow | |
To the green fields of Keady for hours we did go | |
We covered our dogs and we searched all the way | |
For none loves this sport better than the boys in the Dale. | |
And when we are rising we're all standing there | |
We sit up by the fields, boys, in search of the hare | |
We didn't get far till someone gave the cheer | |
Over high hills and valleys this sweet puss did steer | |
As we flew o'er the hills, 'twas a beautiful sight | |
There was dogs black and yellow, there was dogs black and bright | |
Now she took to the black bank for to try them once more | |
Oh it was her last ride o'er the hills of Greenmore | |
In the field fleet stubble this pussy die lie | |
And in growing chary they did pass her by | |
And there well we stood at the top of the brae | |
We heard the last words that this sweet puss did say: | |
"No more o'er the green fields of Keady I'll roam | |
In touch of the fields, boys, in sporting and fun | |
Or hear the long horn that your toner does play | |
I'll go home to my den by the clear light of day" | |
You may blame our right man for killing the hare | |
For he said his o.k. first this many a year | |
On saturday and sunday he never gives o'er | |
With a pack of strange dogs round the hills of Greenmore. |
zuo ci : Traditional | |
Traditional | |
One fine winter' s morn my horn I did blow | |
To the green fields of Keady for hours we did go | |
We covered our dogs and we searched all the way | |
For none loves this sport better than the boys in the Dale. | |
And when we are rising we' re all standing there | |
We sit up by the fields, boys, in search of the hare | |
We didn' t get far till someone gave the cheer | |
Over high hills and valleys this sweet puss did steer | |
As we flew o' er the hills, ' twas a beautiful sight | |
There was dogs black and yellow, there was dogs black and bright | |
Now she took to the black bank for to try them once more | |
Oh it was her last ride o' er the hills of Greenmore | |
In the field fleet stubble this pussy die lie | |
And in growing chary they did pass her by | |
And there well we stood at the top of the brae | |
We heard the last words that this sweet puss did say: | |
" No more o' er the green fields of Keady I' ll roam | |
In touch of the fields, boys, in sporting and fun | |
Or hear the long horn that your toner does play | |
I' ll go home to my den by the clear light of day" | |
You may blame our right man for killing the hare | |
For he said his o. k. first this many a year | |
On saturday and sunday he never gives o' er | |
With a pack of strange dogs round the hills of Greenmore. |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
Traditional | |
One fine winter' s morn my horn I did blow | |
To the green fields of Keady for hours we did go | |
We covered our dogs and we searched all the way | |
For none loves this sport better than the boys in the Dale. | |
And when we are rising we' re all standing there | |
We sit up by the fields, boys, in search of the hare | |
We didn' t get far till someone gave the cheer | |
Over high hills and valleys this sweet puss did steer | |
As we flew o' er the hills, ' twas a beautiful sight | |
There was dogs black and yellow, there was dogs black and bright | |
Now she took to the black bank for to try them once more | |
Oh it was her last ride o' er the hills of Greenmore | |
In the field fleet stubble this pussy die lie | |
And in growing chary they did pass her by | |
And there well we stood at the top of the brae | |
We heard the last words that this sweet puss did say: | |
" No more o' er the green fields of Keady I' ll roam | |
In touch of the fields, boys, in sporting and fun | |
Or hear the long horn that your toner does play | |
I' ll go home to my den by the clear light of day" | |
You may blame our right man for killing the hare | |
For he said his o. k. first this many a year | |
On saturday and sunday he never gives o' er | |
With a pack of strange dogs round the hills of Greenmore. |