Song | The Holland Handkerchief |
Artist | Connie Dover |
Album | If Ever I Return |
作曲 : Traditional | |
A wealthy squire lived in our town; | |
he was a man of very high renown. | |
He had a daughter, a beauty bright, | |
and the name he called her was his Heart's Delight. | |
And many is the young man to court her came, | |
but none of them could her favor gain; | |
till there came one of the low degree, | |
and among them all she did fancy he. | |
But when her father he came to know | |
that his lovely daughter loved this young man so, | |
over fifty miles he sent her away, | |
all to deprive her of her wedding day. | |
One night as she lay in her bedroom, | |
her love appeared from out the gloom. | |
He touched her hand and to her did say, | |
'Arise my darling and come away.' | |
With this young man she got on behind, | |
and they rode swifter than any wind. | |
They rode on for an hour or more, | |
till he cried, 'My darling, my head feels sore!' | |
Her Holland handkerchief she then took out | |
and with it wrapped his aching head about. | |
She kissed his lips and to him did say, | |
'My love you are colder than any clay.' | |
When they arrived at her father's gate | |
he cried, 'Get down love the hour is late! | |
Get down get down love and go to bed. | |
I'll se this noble horse is groomed and fed.' | |
When she arrived in her father's hall, | |
'Who's there, who's there?' her own father called. | |
'It is I dear father you sent for me; | |
My love was the messenger was sent by thee.' | |
'Oh no my daughter that ne'er can be. | |
Your words are false and you lie to me; | |
for on yon far mountain your true love died, | |
and in yon green graveyard his body lies.' | |
The truth had dawned upon this maiden brave, | |
and with her friends she exposed the grave; | |
where lay her love although nine months dead | |
with the Holland handkerchief around his head. |
zuò qǔ : Traditional | |
A wealthy squire lived in our town | |
he was a man of very high renown. | |
He had a daughter, a beauty bright, | |
and the name he called her was his Heart' s Delight. | |
And many is the young man to court her came, | |
but none of them could her favor gain | |
till there came one of the low degree, | |
and among them all she did fancy he. | |
But when her father he came to know | |
that his lovely daughter loved this young man so, | |
over fifty miles he sent her away, | |
all to deprive her of her wedding day. | |
One night as she lay in her bedroom, | |
her love appeared from out the gloom. | |
He touched her hand and to her did say, | |
' Arise my darling and come away.' | |
With this young man she got on behind, | |
and they rode swifter than any wind. | |
They rode on for an hour or more, | |
till he cried, ' My darling, my head feels sore!' | |
Her Holland handkerchief she then took out | |
and with it wrapped his aching head about. | |
She kissed his lips and to him did say, | |
' My love you are colder than any clay.' | |
When they arrived at her father' s gate | |
he cried, ' Get down love the hour is late! | |
Get down get down love and go to bed. | |
I' ll se this noble horse is groomed and fed.' | |
When she arrived in her father' s hall, | |
' Who' s there, who' s there?' her own father called. | |
' It is I dear father you sent for me | |
My love was the messenger was sent by thee.' | |
' Oh no my daughter that ne' er can be. | |
Your words are false and you lie to me | |
for on yon far mountain your true love died, | |
and in yon green graveyard his body lies.' | |
The truth had dawned upon this maiden brave, | |
and with her friends she exposed the grave | |
where lay her love although nine months dead | |
with the Holland handkerchief around his head. |