Sir Patrick Spens
演唱者:Martin Carthy
专辑:Essential
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作词 : Traditional作曲 : Simpson Martin StewartOh the king sits in Dunfermline townA-drinking the blood-red wine,Says, \"Where will I get me a brave young skipperSail this ship of mine?\"And up and spoke an old, old man,Who sat at the king's right knee.He says, \"Patrick Spens is the very best sailorWho ever did sail on the sea.\"So the king he has written him a long, long letterSealed it with his hand,And he sent it along to Patrick SpensWho was walking down on the sand.And the very first line that Patrick readSo loud, so loud laughed he,And the very next line that Patrick readDown he fell to his knee.\"Oh, who is this, who has done this deedTelling the king on me,For to send us out this time of the yearTo sail on the salt, salt sea?\"\"To Norway, to far Norway,To Norway over the foam.It is the king's daughter of far NorwayAnd we must bring her home.\"Now they set sail with all good speedOn a Monday in the morn,And they have arrived far over the seaOn a Wednesday in the eve.And they'd not been in far NorwayA week but barely three,When all those lords of far NorwayBegan out aloud for to say:\"Oh, you Scots foreigners spend our king's gold,Swallow up our money.\"\"Oh, weary weary the tongue that lies,See how it lies on thee.\"\"Make ready, ready my good men all,The little ship sails in the morn.Be it wind, be it wet, be it hail, be it sleet,Be it fair or deadly storm.\"But up and spoke our own weatherman,\"I fear we'll all be drowned.For I saw the new moon late last night,The old moon in her arm.\"And they'd not sailed a league and a league,A league but barely threeWhen through and through the little ship's side
spied the green-walled sea.
\"Oh, where will I get me a brave young boy,Take my helm in hand,While I climb up to the tall topmast,See can I spy land.\"And he'd not gone a step and a step,A step but barely one,When the whirling winds and the ugly jawsCame a-driving to their shin.\"Oh, fetch me a web of the silken cloth,Another web of the twine,And lay them around our little ship's sideLet not the sea come in.\"And they got a web of the silken cloth,Another web of the twine,And they laid them around the little ship's side,Still the sea come in.Oh, the anchor snapped, the topmast cracked,It was a deadly storm.And the whirling winds and the ugly jawsCame a-driving to their chin.And there came a gale from the north-north-east,So loud, so loud it weep,It cried, \"Patrick Spens and all of his menAre drowning in the deep.\"And loath, loath were the good Scots lordsTo wet their shining shoen,But long and ere this day was doneTheir hats were soaking through.And many were the fine feather bedFlattering over the foam,And many were the good lords' sonsNever, never more come home.And long, long will the ladies sit,Their gold combs in their hand,Before they see Sir Patrick SpensCome a-sailing to dry land.Oh, it's east by north from Aberdour,It's fifty fathom deep.And it's there it lies Patrick Spens,The Scots lords at his feet.-
作词 : Traditional作曲 : Simpson Martin StewartOh the king sits in Dunfermline townA-drinking the blood-red wine,Says, \"Where will I get me a brave young skipperSail this ship of mine?\"And up and spoke an old, old man,Who sat at the king's right knee.He says, \"Patrick Spens is the very best sailorWho ever did sail on the sea.\"So the king he has written him a long, long letterSealed it with his hand,And he sent it along to Patrick SpensWho was walking down on the sand.And the very first line that Patrick readSo loud, so loud laughed he,And the very next line that Patrick readDown he fell to his knee.\"Oh, who is this, who has done this deedTelling the king on me,For to send us out this time of the yearTo sail on the salt, salt sea?\"\"To Norway, to far Norway,To Norway over the foam.It is the king's daughter of far NorwayAnd we must bring her home.\"Now they set sail with all good speedOn a Monday in the morn,And they have arrived far over the seaOn a Wednesday in the eve.And they'd not been in far NorwayA week but barely three,When all those lords of far NorwayBegan out aloud for to say:\"Oh, you Scots foreigners spend our king's gold,Swallow up our money.\"\"Oh, weary weary the tongue that lies,See how it lies on thee.\"\"Make ready, ready my good men all,The little ship sails in the morn.Be it wind, be it wet, be it hail, be it sleet,Be it fair or deadly storm.\"But up and spoke our own weatherman,\"I fear we'll all be drowned.For I saw the new moon late last night,The old moon in her arm.\"And they'd not sailed a league and a league,A league but barely threeWhen through and through the little ship's side
[They?] spied the green-walled sea.
\"Oh, where will I get me a brave young boy,Take my helm in hand,While I climb up to the tall topmast,See can I spy land.\"And he'd not gone a step and a step,A step but barely one,When the whirling winds and the ugly jawsCame a-driving to their shin.\"Oh, fetch me a web of the silken cloth,Another web of the twine,And lay them around our little ship's sideLet not the sea come in.\"And they got a web of the silken cloth,Another web of the twine,And they laid them around the little ship's side,Still the sea come in.Oh, the anchor snapped, the topmast cracked,It was a deadly storm.And the whirling winds and the ugly jawsCame a-driving to their chin.And there came a gale from the north-north-east,So loud, so loud it weep,It cried, \"Patrick Spens and all of his menAre drowning in the deep.\"And loath, loath were the good Scots lordsTo wet their shining shoen,But long and ere this day was doneTheir hats were soaking through.And many were the fine feather bedFlattering over the foam,And many were the good lords' sonsNever, never more come home.And long, long will the ladies sit,Their gold combs in their hand,Before they see Sir Patrick SpensCome a-sailing to dry land.Oh, it's east by north from Aberdour,It's fifty fathom deep.And it's there it lies Patrick Spens,The Scots lords at his feet.https://m.zhaogeci.net/lyric/184395.html
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