[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com [00:08.56]In the town of Athlone there's a young woman walking [00:13.36]And wrapped ‘round her baby a shawl as she speaks [00:17.59]Of the passing of rings to the uniformed soldiers [00:22.42]The price of a ribbon their fortune to speak [00:27.67]Ah their fortune she speaks and she speaks of a river [00:32.44]Whose silvery barrows and moorlands beneath [00:36.58]Where a gun battle raged and the hero for Ireland [00:41.62]Soon would lie down dead, dead at her feet [00:46.45]At the feet of the virgin in the grotto of Annah [00:51.49]She sings to her baby in old styles bequeath [00:55.75]As she lilts and laments and enchants all in hearing [01:00.49]With songs of her people and melodies sweet [01:06.06]Sweet silvery Nore river is rolling [01:10.77]Over an Irish soldier's grave [01:15.09]And the vestry bells are tolling [01:19.77]Over the ashes of his grave [01:33.77]In the freeborn land of the traveling people [01:38.54]Lies Nioclas Mullins the pride of Cullbawn [01:42.77]Yet unmarked beside him the bride of his union [01:47.54]Who carried our music in a black gypsy shawl [02:39.12](Chorus)
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[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[00:08.56]In the town of Athlone there's a young woman walking
[00:13.36]And wrapped ‘round her baby a shawl as she speaks
[00:17.59]Of the passing of rings to the uniformed soldiers
[00:22.42]The price of a ribbon their fortune to speak
[00:27.67]Ah their fortune she speaks and she speaks of a river
[00:32.44]Whose silvery barrows and moorlands beneath
[00:36.58]Where a gun battle raged and the hero for Ireland
[00:41.62]Soon would lie down dead, dead at her feet
[00:46.45]At the feet of the virgin in the grotto of Annah
[00:51.49]She sings to her baby in old styles bequeath
[00:55.75]As she lilts and laments and enchants all in hearing
[01:00.49]With songs of her people and melodies sweet
[01:06.06]Sweet silvery Nore river is rolling
[01:10.77]Over an Irish soldier's grave
[01:15.09]And the vestry bells are tolling
[01:19.77]Over the ashes of his grave
[01:33.77]In the freeborn land of the traveling people
[01:38.54]Lies Nioclas Mullins the pride of Cullbawn
[01:42.77]Yet unmarked beside him the bride of his union
[01:47.54]Who carried our music in a black gypsy shawl
[02:39.12](Chorus)
