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The Wife of Ushers Well

演唱者:Martin Carthy / Dave Swarbrick

专辑:Signs of Life

    作词 : Carthy Martin

    作曲 : Carthy Martin

    There lived a wife in Usher's Well

    And a wealthy wife was she

    She'd three fine and stalwart sons

    And sent them o'er the sea

    They'd not been gone a week

    And a week but barely one

    When death sweeping over the land

    Took 'em one by one

    And they'd not been gone a week

    A week but barely three

    When word come to that young girl

    Her babes she'd never see

    I wish the wind would never blow

    No fish swim in the flood

    Till my darling babes are home

    They're home in flesh and blood

    And there about the Martinmas

    Nights are long and dark

    Her three kids come to her door

    Their hats were made of bark

    And the tree never grew in any ditch

    Nor down by any wall

    But at the gates of Paradise

    Grew strong grew tall

    Blow up the fire my maidens all

    Bring water from the well

    Since my darling babes are home

    They've come home safe and well

    So she has laid the table

    With bread and with wine

    Come eat and drink my darling babes

    Eat and drink of mine

    We may not eat your bread mother

    Nor may we drink your wine

    For cold death is lord of all

    To him we must resign

    The green grass is at our head

    And the clay is at our feet

    And your tears come tumbling down

    And wet our winding sheet

    So she has made the bed for them

    Spread the milk-white sheet

    She's laid it all with cloth of gold

    To see if they could sleep

    And up and crew the red cock

    Up and crew the grey

    And the youngest to the eldest says

    Brother we must away

    And the cock had not crowed once

    And clapped his wings for day

    When the eldest to the youngest says

    Brother we must away

    For the cock crow the day dawn

    The chunnering worm chide

    And if we're missed out of our place

    Then pain we must bide

    Farewell farewell my mother dear

    Farewell to barn and byre

    And farewell the sweet young girl

    Kindling my mother's fire

    作词 : Carthy Martin

    作曲 : Carthy Martin

    There lived a wife in Usher's Well

    And a wealthy wife was she

    She'd three fine and stalwart sons

    And sent them o'er the sea

    They'd not been gone a week

    And a week but barely one

    When death sweeping over the land

    Took 'em one by one

    And they'd not been gone a week

    A week but barely three

    When word come to that young girl

    Her babes she'd never see

    I wish the wind would never blow

    No fish swim in the flood

    Till my darling babes are home

    They're home in flesh and blood

    And there about the Martinmas

    Nights are long and dark

    Her three kids come to her door

    Their hats were made of bark

    And the tree never grew in any ditch

    Nor down by any wall

    But at the gates of Paradise

    Grew strong grew tall

    Blow up the fire my maidens all

    Bring water from the well

    Since my darling babes are home

    They've come home safe and well

    So she has laid the table

    With bread and with wine

    Come eat and drink my darling babes

    Eat and drink of mine

    We may not eat your bread mother

    Nor may we drink your wine

    For cold death is lord of all

    To him we must resign

    The green grass is at our head

    And the clay is at our feet

    And your tears come tumbling down

    And wet our winding sheet

    So she has made the bed for them

    Spread the milk-white sheet

    She's laid it all with cloth of gold

    To see if they could sleep

    And up and crew the red cock

    Up and crew the grey

    And the youngest to the eldest says

    Brother we must away

    And the cock had not crowed once

    And clapped his wings for day

    When the eldest to the youngest says

    Brother we must away

    For the cock crow the day dawn

    The chunnering worm chide

    And if we're missed out of our place

    Then pain we must bide

    Farewell farewell my mother dear

    Farewell to barn and byre

    And farewell the sweet young girl

    Kindling my mother's fire

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