Song | Lady Keith's Lament |
Artist | Connie Dover |
Album | If Ever I Return |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Traditional |
[00:24.94] | I may sit in my wee old house |
[00:30.67] | At the spinning wheel to toil so dreary |
[00:38.67] | I may think of a day that is gone |
[00:44.20] | And sigh and some till I grow weary |
[00:51.20] | I ne'er could brook I ne'er could brook |
[00:57.93] | A foreign king to own or flatter |
[01:04.18] | And I will sing a ranting song |
[01:10.69] | The day our king comes o'er the water |
[01:30.18] | I have seen the good old day |
[01:35.92] | The day of pride and chieftain's glory |
[01:42.70] | When royal Stuart held the sway |
[01:49.68] | And none heard tell of Whig or Tory |
[01:57.44] | Though silver be my hair one day |
[02:02.94] | And age has struck me down what matter |
[02:09.20] | I'll dance and sing the happy day |
[02:15.20] | The day our king comes o'er the water |
[02:35.68] | If I live to see the day |
[02:40.94] | That i have begged and begged from Heaven |
[02:47.94] | I'll fling my rock and reel away |
[02:54.94] | And dance and sing from morn‘ till evening |
[03:02.64] | For there is one I will not name |
[03:08.74] | Who comes the be-engine bike to scatter |
[03:14.50] | And I'll put on my bridal gown |
[03:20.98] | The day our king comes o'er the water |
[03:31.74] | A curse on dull and drawling Whig |
[03:37.49] | The whining ranting low deceiver |
[03:44.25] | With heart so black and lies so big |
[03:50.75] | The canting tongue of clish mclaver |
[03:58.50] | My father was a good lord's son |
[04:04.48] | My mother was an earl's daughter |
[04:11.01] | And I'll be Lady Keith again |
[04:17.01] | The day our king comes o'er the water |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Traditional |
[00:24.94] | I may sit in my wee old house |
[00:30.67] | At the spinning wheel to toil so dreary |
[00:38.67] | I may think of a day that is gone |
[00:44.20] | And sigh and some till I grow weary |
[00:51.20] | I ne' er could brook I ne' er could brook |
[00:57.93] | A foreign king to own or flatter |
[01:04.18] | And I will sing a ranting song |
[01:10.69] | The day our king comes o' er the water |
[01:30.18] | I have seen the good old day |
[01:35.92] | The day of pride and chieftain' s glory |
[01:42.70] | When royal Stuart held the sway |
[01:49.68] | And none heard tell of Whig or Tory |
[01:57.44] | Though silver be my hair one day |
[02:02.94] | And age has struck me down what matter |
[02:09.20] | I' ll dance and sing the happy day |
[02:15.20] | The day our king comes o' er the water |
[02:35.68] | If I live to see the day |
[02:40.94] | That i have begged and begged from Heaven |
[02:47.94] | I' ll fling my rock and reel away |
[02:54.94] | And dance and sing from morn' till evening |
[03:02.64] | For there is one I will not name |
[03:08.74] | Who comes the beengine bike to scatter |
[03:14.50] | And I' ll put on my bridal gown |
[03:20.98] | The day our king comes o' er the water |
[03:31.74] | A curse on dull and drawling Whig |
[03:37.49] | The whining ranting low deceiver |
[03:44.25] | With heart so black and lies so big |
[03:50.75] | The canting tongue of clish mclaver |
[03:58.50] | My father was a good lord' s son |
[04:04.48] | My mother was an earl' s daughter |
[04:11.01] | And I' ll be Lady Keith again |
[04:17.01] | The day our king comes o' er the water |