shirley collins、albion country band《The Murder Of Maria Marten》[MP3_LRC]

[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com  [00:00.41]Albion Country Band - Murder Of The Maria Marten [00:45.48]If you'll meet me at the Red Barn [00:50.27]As sure as I have life [00:53.52]I will take you to Ipswich Town [00:57.56]And there make you my wife [01:00.67]He straight went home and fetched his gun [01:05.08]His pickaxe and his spade [01:08.37]He went unto the Red Barn [01:12.12]And there he dug her grave [01:57.31]Come all you thoughtless young men [02:03.29]A warning take by me [02:06.79]To think on my unhappy fate [02:10.90]To be hanged upon a tree [02:16.26]My name is William Corder [02:21.33]To you I do declare [02:24.82]I courted Maria Marten [02:28.75]Most beautiful and fair [02:34.14]I promised I would marry her [02:39.57]Upon a certain day [02:42.75]Instead of that I was resolved [02:47.06]To take her life away [03:10.66]I went unto her father's house [03:14.48]The eighteenth day of May [03:17.51]And said my dear Maria [03:21.41]We will fix a wedding day [03:24.64]With her heart so light she thought no harm [03:28.60]To meet me she did go [03:31.76]I murdered her all in the barn [03:35.67]And laid her body low [03:38.95]After the horrid deed was done [03:42.99]She laid there in her gore [03:46.05]Her bleeding mangled body lay [03:49.96]Beneath the Red Barn floor [04:07.58]Now all things being silent [04:11.49]Her spirit could not rest [04:14.63]She appeared unto her mother [04:18.20]Who'd suckled her at her breast [04:21.68]For many a long month or more [04:25.57]Her mind being sore oppressed [04:28.80]Neither at night nor yet by day [04:32.95]Could she take any rest [04:36.04]Her mother's mind being so disturbed [04:40.55]She dreamed it three nights o'er [04:43.76]Her daughter she lay murdered [04:47.60]Beneath the Red Barn floor [04:50.95]She sent the father to the Barn [04:55.60]Where he the ground did thrust [04:58.83]And there he found his daughter [05:02.50]Lay mingling with the dust [05:20.25]My trial was hard I could not stand [05:24.07]Most woeful was the sight [05:27.33]When her dear bones was brought to prove [05:31.29]Which pierced my heart quite [05:34.35]Her aged father standing by [05:38.40]Likewise his loving wife [05:41.63]And in her grief her hair she tore [05:45.44]She scarcely could keep life [05:57.52]Adieu adieu my loving friends [06:03.18]My glass is almost run [06:06.63]On Monday next will be my last [06:11.09]When I am to be hung [06:16.69]So all young men who do pass by [06:21.60]With pity look on me [06:25.57]For murdering of that young girl [06:29.48]I was hung upon a tree