Song | The Walrus and the Carpenter |
Artist | Donovan |
Album | HMS Donovan |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Carroll, Donovan | |
(spoken) | |
Presenta the grand circo! | |
The prima del mondo! | |
La grand successo! | |
Giulia Nova Vittorio! | |
Fantastico! | |
Magnifico! | |
Spectaculario! | |
(spoken) | |
Here Alice ventured to interupt - | |
"It's very long" she said as politely as she could - | |
"Will you tell me first which road?" | |
Tweedledum smiled gently and began again. | |
(spoken) | |
The sun was shining on the sea, | |
Shining with all his might; | |
He did his very best to make | |
The billows smoothe and bright - | |
And this was odd, because it was | |
The middle of the night. | |
(sung) | |
The moon was shining sulkily | |
Because she thought the sun | |
Had got no business to be there | |
After the day was done. | |
"It's very rude of him," she said, | |
"To come and spoil all the fun." | |
(sung) | |
The sea was wet as wet could be, | |
The sands were dry as dry. | |
You could not see a cloud | |
Because no cloud was in the sky. | |
No birds were flying overhead | |
There were no birds to fly. | |
(spoken) | |
The Walrus and the Carpenter | |
Were walking close at hand. | |
They wept like anything to see | |
Such quantities of sand. | |
"If this were only cleared away," | |
They said, "it would be grand." | |
(spoken) | |
"If seven maids with seven mops | |
Swept it for half a year, | |
Do you suppose," the Walrus said, | |
"That they could get it clear?" | |
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter, | |
And shed a bitter tear. | |
(spoken) | |
"O Oysters, come and walk with us!" | |
The Walrus did beseech. | |
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk, | |
Along the briny beach. | |
We cannot do with more than four, | |
To give a hand to each." | |
(spoken) | |
The eldest Oyster looked at him, | |
But never a word he said. | |
The eldest Oyster winked his eye, | |
And shook his heavy head - | |
Meaning to say he did not choose | |
To leave the oyster bed. | |
(sung) | |
But four young Oysters hurried up, | |
All eager for their treat, | |
Their coats were brushed, | |
Their faces washed, | |
Their shoes were clean and neat, | |
And this was odd, | |
Because you know they hadn't any feet. | |
(sung) | |
Four other Oysters followed them | |
And yet another four, | |
And thick and fast they came at last, | |
And more, and more, and more, | |
All hopping through the frothy waves | |
And scrambling to the shore. | |
(sung) | |
The Walrus and the Carpenter | |
Walked on a mile or so, | |
And then they rested on a rock | |
Conveniently low, | |
And all the little Oysters stood | |
And waited in a row. | |
(spoken) | |
"The time has come," the Walrus said, | |
"To talk of many things; | |
Of shoes - and ships - and sealing wax - | |
Of cabbages - and kings - | |
And why the sea is boiling hot - | |
And whether pigs have wings." | |
(sung) | |
"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried, | |
"Before we have our chat, | |
For some of us are out of breath, | |
And all of us are fat!" | |
"No hurry," said the Carpenter, | |
They thanked him much for that. | |
(sung) | |
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said, | |
"Is what we chiefly need, | |
Pepper and vinegar besides, | |
Are very good indeed, | |
Now, if you're ready oysters dear, | |
We can begin to feed." | |
(sung) | |
"Not on us!" the Oysters cried | |
Turning a little blue, | |
"After such kindness that would be | |
A dismal thing to do." | |
(spoken) | |
"The night is fine," the Walrus said, | |
"Do you admire the view?" | |
(spoken) | |
"It was so kind of you to come! | |
And you are very nice." | |
The Carpenter said nothing but, | |
"Cut us another slice. | |
I wish you were not quite so deaf - | |
I've had to ask you twice." | |
(spoken) | |
"It seems a shame," the Walrus said, | |
"To play them such a trick, | |
After we've brought them out so far, | |
And made them trot so quick." | |
The Carpenter said nothing but, | |
"The butter's spread to thick." | |
(spoken) | |
"I weep for you," the Walrus said, | |
"I deeply sympathize." | |
(sung) | |
With sobs and tears he sorted out | |
Those of the largest size, | |
Holding his pocket handkerchief | |
Before his streaming eyes. | |
(spoken) | |
"Oh oysters" said the Carpenter, | |
"You've had a pleasant run - | |
Trotting home again?" | |
But answer came there none. | |
And this was scarcely odd | |
Because they'd eaten every one. | |
They'd eaten every one. |
zuo ci : Carroll, Donovan | |
spoken | |
Presenta the grand circo! | |
The prima del mondo! | |
La grand successo! | |
Giulia Nova Vittorio! | |
Fantastico! | |
Magnifico! | |
Spectaculario! | |
spoken | |
Here Alice ventured to interupt | |
" It' s very long" she said as politely as she could | |
" Will you tell me first which road?" | |
Tweedledum smiled gently and began again. | |
spoken | |
The sun was shining on the sea, | |
Shining with all his might | |
He did his very best to make | |
The billows smoothe and bright | |
And this was odd, because it was | |
The middle of the night. | |
sung | |
The moon was shining sulkily | |
Because she thought the sun | |
Had got no business to be there | |
After the day was done. | |
" It' s very rude of him," she said, | |
" To come and spoil all the fun." | |
sung | |
The sea was wet as wet could be, | |
The sands were dry as dry. | |
You could not see a cloud | |
Because no cloud was in the sky. | |
No birds were flying overhead | |
There were no birds to fly. | |
spoken | |
The Walrus and the Carpenter | |
Were walking close at hand. | |
They wept like anything to see | |
Such quantities of sand. | |
" If this were only cleared away," | |
They said, " it would be grand." | |
spoken | |
" If seven maids with seven mops | |
Swept it for half a year, | |
Do you suppose," the Walrus said, | |
" That they could get it clear?" | |
" I doubt it," said the Carpenter, | |
And shed a bitter tear. | |
spoken | |
" O Oysters, come and walk with us!" | |
The Walrus did beseech. | |
" A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk, | |
Along the briny beach. | |
We cannot do with more than four, | |
To give a hand to each." | |
spoken | |
The eldest Oyster looked at him, | |
But never a word he said. | |
The eldest Oyster winked his eye, | |
And shook his heavy head | |
Meaning to say he did not choose | |
To leave the oyster bed. | |
sung | |
But four young Oysters hurried up, | |
All eager for their treat, | |
Their coats were brushed, | |
Their faces washed, | |
Their shoes were clean and neat, | |
And this was odd, | |
Because you know they hadn' t any feet. | |
sung | |
Four other Oysters followed them | |
And yet another four, | |
And thick and fast they came at last, | |
And more, and more, and more, | |
All hopping through the frothy waves | |
And scrambling to the shore. | |
sung | |
The Walrus and the Carpenter | |
Walked on a mile or so, | |
And then they rested on a rock | |
Conveniently low, | |
And all the little Oysters stood | |
And waited in a row. | |
spoken | |
" The time has come," the Walrus said, | |
" To talk of many things | |
Of shoes and ships and sealing wax | |
Of cabbages and kings | |
And why the sea is boiling hot | |
And whether pigs have wings." | |
sung | |
" But wait a bit," the Oysters cried, | |
" Before we have our chat, | |
For some of us are out of breath, | |
And all of us are fat!" | |
" No hurry," said the Carpenter, | |
They thanked him much for that. | |
sung | |
" A loaf of bread," the Walrus said, | |
" Is what we chiefly need, | |
Pepper and vinegar besides, | |
Are very good indeed, | |
Now, if you' re ready oysters dear, | |
We can begin to feed." | |
sung | |
" Not on us!" the Oysters cried | |
Turning a little blue, | |
" After such kindness that would be | |
A dismal thing to do." | |
spoken | |
" The night is fine," the Walrus said, | |
" Do you admire the view?" | |
spoken | |
" It was so kind of you to come! | |
And you are very nice." | |
The Carpenter said nothing but, | |
" Cut us another slice. | |
I wish you were not quite so deaf | |
I' ve had to ask you twice." | |
spoken | |
" It seems a shame," the Walrus said, | |
" To play them such a trick, | |
After we' ve brought them out so far, | |
And made them trot so quick." | |
The Carpenter said nothing but, | |
" The butter' s spread to thick." | |
spoken | |
" I weep for you," the Walrus said, | |
" I deeply sympathize." | |
sung | |
With sobs and tears he sorted out | |
Those of the largest size, | |
Holding his pocket handkerchief | |
Before his streaming eyes. | |
spoken | |
" Oh oysters" said the Carpenter, | |
" You' ve had a pleasant run | |
Trotting home again?" | |
But answer came there none. | |
And this was scarcely odd | |
Because they' d eaten every one. | |
They' d eaten every one. |
zuò cí : Carroll, Donovan | |
spoken | |
Presenta the grand circo! | |
The prima del mondo! | |
La grand successo! | |
Giulia Nova Vittorio! | |
Fantastico! | |
Magnifico! | |
Spectaculario! | |
spoken | |
Here Alice ventured to interupt | |
" It' s very long" she said as politely as she could | |
" Will you tell me first which road?" | |
Tweedledum smiled gently and began again. | |
spoken | |
The sun was shining on the sea, | |
Shining with all his might | |
He did his very best to make | |
The billows smoothe and bright | |
And this was odd, because it was | |
The middle of the night. | |
sung | |
The moon was shining sulkily | |
Because she thought the sun | |
Had got no business to be there | |
After the day was done. | |
" It' s very rude of him," she said, | |
" To come and spoil all the fun." | |
sung | |
The sea was wet as wet could be, | |
The sands were dry as dry. | |
You could not see a cloud | |
Because no cloud was in the sky. | |
No birds were flying overhead | |
There were no birds to fly. | |
spoken | |
The Walrus and the Carpenter | |
Were walking close at hand. | |
They wept like anything to see | |
Such quantities of sand. | |
" If this were only cleared away," | |
They said, " it would be grand." | |
spoken | |
" If seven maids with seven mops | |
Swept it for half a year, | |
Do you suppose," the Walrus said, | |
" That they could get it clear?" | |
" I doubt it," said the Carpenter, | |
And shed a bitter tear. | |
spoken | |
" O Oysters, come and walk with us!" | |
The Walrus did beseech. | |
" A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk, | |
Along the briny beach. | |
We cannot do with more than four, | |
To give a hand to each." | |
spoken | |
The eldest Oyster looked at him, | |
But never a word he said. | |
The eldest Oyster winked his eye, | |
And shook his heavy head | |
Meaning to say he did not choose | |
To leave the oyster bed. | |
sung | |
But four young Oysters hurried up, | |
All eager for their treat, | |
Their coats were brushed, | |
Their faces washed, | |
Their shoes were clean and neat, | |
And this was odd, | |
Because you know they hadn' t any feet. | |
sung | |
Four other Oysters followed them | |
And yet another four, | |
And thick and fast they came at last, | |
And more, and more, and more, | |
All hopping through the frothy waves | |
And scrambling to the shore. | |
sung | |
The Walrus and the Carpenter | |
Walked on a mile or so, | |
And then they rested on a rock | |
Conveniently low, | |
And all the little Oysters stood | |
And waited in a row. | |
spoken | |
" The time has come," the Walrus said, | |
" To talk of many things | |
Of shoes and ships and sealing wax | |
Of cabbages and kings | |
And why the sea is boiling hot | |
And whether pigs have wings." | |
sung | |
" But wait a bit," the Oysters cried, | |
" Before we have our chat, | |
For some of us are out of breath, | |
And all of us are fat!" | |
" No hurry," said the Carpenter, | |
They thanked him much for that. | |
sung | |
" A loaf of bread," the Walrus said, | |
" Is what we chiefly need, | |
Pepper and vinegar besides, | |
Are very good indeed, | |
Now, if you' re ready oysters dear, | |
We can begin to feed." | |
sung | |
" Not on us!" the Oysters cried | |
Turning a little blue, | |
" After such kindness that would be | |
A dismal thing to do." | |
spoken | |
" The night is fine," the Walrus said, | |
" Do you admire the view?" | |
spoken | |
" It was so kind of you to come! | |
And you are very nice." | |
The Carpenter said nothing but, | |
" Cut us another slice. | |
I wish you were not quite so deaf | |
I' ve had to ask you twice." | |
spoken | |
" It seems a shame," the Walrus said, | |
" To play them such a trick, | |
After we' ve brought them out so far, | |
And made them trot so quick." | |
The Carpenter said nothing but, | |
" The butter' s spread to thick." | |
spoken | |
" I weep for you," the Walrus said, | |
" I deeply sympathize." | |
sung | |
With sobs and tears he sorted out | |
Those of the largest size, | |
Holding his pocket handkerchief | |
Before his streaming eyes. | |
spoken | |
" Oh oysters" said the Carpenter, | |
" You' ve had a pleasant run | |
Trotting home again?" | |
But answer came there none. | |
And this was scarcely odd | |
Because they' d eaten every one. | |
They' d eaten every one. |