Song | Lovely on the Water |
Artist | Steeleye Span |
Album | Please To See The King |
作词 : Traditional | |
As I walked out one morning | |
In the springtime of the year | |
I overheard a sailor boy | |
Likewise a lady fair | |
They sang a song together | |
Made the valleys for to ring | |
While the birds on the spray in the meadows gay | |
Proclaimed the lovely spring | |
Said Willy unto | |
NancyOh we soon must sail away | |
For its lovely on the water | |
To hear the music play | |
For our Queen she do want seamen | |
So I will not stay on shore | |
I will brave the wars for my country | |
Where the blund'ring cannons roar | |
Poor Nancy fell and fainted | |
But soon he brought her to | |
For it's there they kissed and there embraced | |
And took a fond adieu | |
Come change your ring with me my love | |
For we may meet once more | |
But there's one above that will guard you love | |
Where the blund'ring cannons roar | |
For pounds it is our bounty | |
And that must do for thee | |
But to help the aged parents | |
While I am on the sea | |
For Tower | |
Hill is crowded | |
With mother's weeping sore | |
For their sons are gone to face the war | |
Where the blundering cannons roar |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
As I walked out one morning | |
In the springtime of the year | |
I overheard a sailor boy | |
Likewise a lady fair | |
They sang a song together | |
Made the valleys for to ring | |
While the birds on the spray in the meadows gay | |
Proclaimed the lovely spring | |
Said Willy unto | |
NancyOh we soon must sail away | |
For its lovely on the water | |
To hear the music play | |
For our Queen she do want seamen | |
So I will not stay on shore | |
I will brave the wars for my country | |
Where the blund' ring cannons roar | |
Poor Nancy fell and fainted | |
But soon he brought her to | |
For it' s there they kissed and there embraced | |
And took a fond adieu | |
Come change your ring with me my love | |
For we may meet once more | |
But there' s one above that will guard you love | |
Where the blund' ring cannons roar | |
For pounds it is our bounty | |
And that must do for thee | |
But to help the aged parents | |
While I am on the sea | |
For Tower | |
Hill is crowded | |
With mother' s weeping sore | |
For their sons are gone to face the war | |
Where the blundering cannons roar |