Ewan MacColl《Van Dieman s Land》[MP3_LRC]

[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com  [00:04.28]Come all you wild and wicked youths whersomever you may be [00:12.05]I pray now pay attention and listen unto me [00:19.42]The fate of our poor transports as you shall understand [00:27.34]The hardships they do undergo upon Van Diemen's Land [00:36.73]My parents reared me tenderly good learning give to me [00:44.60]Till I by bad companions beguiled my home from me [00:52.28]I was brought up in Worcestershire [00:56.50]Near to the town did dwell [00:59.81]My name it Henry Herbert and many knows me well [01:09.51]Me and three more went out one night [01:13.04]To Squire Daniel's park [01:16.76]To get some game was our intent [01:20.69]As the night come proving dark [01:24.10]And to our sad misfortune they took us there by speed [01:31.68]And sent us off to Warwick Gaol [01:35.64]Which made our hearts to bleed [01:41.43]'Twas at the March assizes at the bar we did appear [01:48.72]Like Job we stood with patience to hear our sentence there [01:56.28]And being some old offenders [02:00.09]It made our case go hard [02:03.85]Our sentence were for fourteen year [02:07.68]And we were sent on board [02:13.67]The ship that bore us from [02:17.00]The land the Speedwell was her name [02:21.11]And full four months and upwards [02:24.20]We ploughed accross the raging main [02:28.63]No land no harbour could we see [02:32.29]And believe it is no lie [02:36.09]For around us one black water [02:40.06]And above us one blue sky [02:45.76]I oft-times looked behind me [02:49.50]Towards my native shore [02:53.26]And the cottage of contentment [02:57.05]That I shall see no more [03:00.79]Likewise my aged father who tore his hoary hair [03:08.29]Also my tender mother whose arms did once me bear [03:18.27]'Twas on the Fourth of July [03:22.01]The day we made the land [03:25.76]At four o'clock we went on shore [03:29.49]All chain-ed hand in hand [03:33.31]And to see our fellow sufferers [03:37.22]As I feel I can't tell how [03:40.84]Some chained unto a harrow and some unto a plough [03:50.47]So we were marched into the town [03:54.25]Without no more delay [03:58.02]And there a gentleman took me bookkeeper for to be [04:05.54]I took my occupation my master likes me well [04:13.06]My joys are out of measure [04:17.07]I am sure no one can tell [04:22.81]He kept a female servant Rosanna was her name [04:30.18]For fourteen year a convict from Worcestershire she came [04:37.63]And we oft-times tell our love tales [04:41.23]When we were so far at home [04:45.17]And now we are rattling of our chains [04:49.18]In foreign lands to roam