[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com [00:00.83]Sing Ballad singer raise a hearty tune [00:04.23]Make me forget that there was ever a one [00:05.98]I walked with in the meek light of the moon [00:09.22]When the day's work was done [00:12.17]Rhyme Ballad rhymer start a country song [00:15.30]Make me forget that she whom I loved well [00:17.74]Swore she would love me dearly love me long [00:20.60]Then what I cannot tell [00:25.48]Sing Ballad singer from your little book [00:27.52]Make me forget those heart breaks achings fears [00:31.20]Make me forget her name her sweet sweet look [00:35.76]Make me forget her tears [00:43.70]These market dames mid aged with lips thin drawn [00:47.07]And tissues sere [00:49.70]Are they the ones we loved in years agone [00:52.82]And courted here [00:55.22]Are these the muslined pink young things to whom [00:58.27]We vowed and swore [00:59.77]In nooks on summer Sundays by the Froom [01:03.91]Or Budmouth shore [01:06.48]Do they remember those gay tunes we trod [01:09.08]Clasped on the green [01:11.30]Aye trod till moonlight set on the beaten sod [01:13.95]A satin sheen [01:16.66]They must forget forget [01:19.71]They cannot know [01:20.47]What once they were [01:22.52]Or memory would transfigure them and show [01:24.61]Them always fair [01:32.97]Black on frowns east on Maidon [01:35.40]And westward to the sea [01:37.60]But on neither is his frown laden [01:39.07]With scorn as his frown on me [01:42.42]At dawn my heart grew heavy [01:44.52]I could not sip the wine [01:46.87]I left the jocund bevy [01:48.31]And that young man of mine [01:51.59]The roadside elms pass by me [01:55.14]Why do I sink with shame [01:56.72]When the birds a perch there eye me [02:00.03]They too have done the same [02:07.82]Nobody took any notice of her [02:09.38]As she stood on the causey kerb [02:12.01]All eager to sell her honey and apples [02:14.13]And bunches of garden herb [02:16.88]And if she had offered to give her wares [02:18.56]And herself with them too that day [02:21.58]I doubt if a soul would have cared to [02:23.57]Take a bargain so choice away [02:27.31]But chancing to trace her sunburnt grace [02:29.40]That morning as I passed nigh [02:32.43]I went and I said Poor maidy dear [02:36.22]And will none of the people buy [02:39.18]And so it began; and soon we knew [02:41.97]What the end of it all must be [02:44.64]And I found that though no others had bid [02:47.97]A prize had been won by me [02:53.94]And are ye one of Hermitage [02:55.74]Of Hermitage by Ivel Road [02:58.38]And do ye know in Hermitage [02:59.99]A thatch roofed house where sengreens grow [03:03.32]And does John Waywood live there still [03:05.96]He of the name that there abode [03:07.58]When father hurdled on the hill [03:09.36]Some fifteen years ago [03:12.21]Does he now speak of Patty Beech [03:13.94]The Patty Beech he used to see [03:17.63]Or ask at all if Patty Beech [03:19.10]Is known or heard of out this way [03:21.78]Ask ever if she's living yet [03:23.38]And where her present home may be [03:25.80]And how she bears life's fag and fret [03:28.72]After so long a day [03:31.47]In years agone at Hermitage [03:33.39]This faded face was counted fair [03:35.46]None fairer; and at Hermitage [03:37.39]We swore to wed when he should thrive [03:41.25]But never a chance had he or I [03:43.63]And waiting made his wish outwear [03:46.50]And Time that dooms man's love to die [03:50.84]Preserves a maid's alive [03:59.73]The singers are gone from the Cornmarket place [04:02.07]With their broadsheets of rhymes [04:04.92]The street rings no longer in treble and bass [04:07.54]With their skits on the times [04:10.05]And the Cross lately thronged is a dim naked space [04:13.64]That but echoes the stammering chimes [04:17.49]From Clock corner steps [04:18.57]As each quarter ding dongs [04:20.70]Away the folk roam [04:22.17]By the "Hart" and [04:23.14]Grey's Bridge into byways and drongs [04:26.05]Or across the ridged loam [04:29.03]The younger ones shrilling the lately heard songs [04:31.55]The old saying [04:33.75]Would we were home [04:36.41]The shy seeming maiden so mute in the fair [04:38.77]Now rattles and talks [04:40.51]And that one who looked the most swaggering there [04:42.55]Grows sad as she walks [04:45.07]And she who seemed eaten by cankering care [04:48.18]In statuesque sturdiness stalks [04:52.12]And midnight clears High Street of all but the ghosts [04:55.12]Of its buried burghees [04:57.50]From the latest far back to those old Roman hosts [05:00.81]Whose remains one yet sees [05:03.65]Who loved laughed and fought [05:06.07]Hailed their friends drank their toasts [05:08.99]At their meeting times here just as these
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[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[00:00.83]Sing Ballad singer raise a hearty tune
[00:04.23]Make me forget that there was ever a one
[00:05.98]I walked with in the meek light of the moon
[00:09.22]When the day's work was done
[00:12.17]Rhyme Ballad rhymer start a country song
[00:15.30]Make me forget that she whom I loved well
[00:17.74]Swore she would love me dearly love me long
[00:20.60]Then what I cannot tell
[00:25.48]Sing Ballad singer from your little book
[00:27.52]Make me forget those heart breaks achings fears
[00:31.20]Make me forget her name her sweet sweet look
[00:35.76]Make me forget her tears
[00:43.70]These market dames mid aged with lips thin drawn
[00:47.07]And tissues sere
[00:49.70]Are they the ones we loved in years agone
[00:52.82]And courted here
[00:55.22]Are these the muslined pink young things to whom
[00:58.27]We vowed and swore
[00:59.77]In nooks on summer Sundays by the Froom
[01:03.91]Or Budmouth shore
[01:06.48]Do they remember those gay tunes we trod
[01:09.08]Clasped on the green
[01:11.30]Aye trod till moonlight set on the beaten sod
[01:13.95]A satin sheen
[01:16.66]They must forget forget
[01:19.71]They cannot know
[01:20.47]What once they were
[01:22.52]Or memory would transfigure them and show
[01:24.61]Them always fair
[01:32.97]Black on frowns east on Maidon
[01:35.40]And westward to the sea
[01:37.60]But on neither is his frown laden
[01:39.07]With scorn as his frown on me
[01:42.42]At dawn my heart grew heavy
[01:44.52]I could not sip the wine
[01:46.87]I left the jocund bevy
[01:48.31]And that young man of mine
[01:51.59]The roadside elms pass by me
[01:55.14]Why do I sink with shame
[01:56.72]When the birds a perch there eye me
[02:00.03]They too have done the same
[02:07.82]Nobody took any notice of her
[02:09.38]As she stood on the causey kerb
[02:12.01]All eager to sell her honey and apples
[02:14.13]And bunches of garden herb
[02:16.88]And if she had offered to give her wares
[02:18.56]And herself with them too that day
[02:21.58]I doubt if a soul would have cared to
[02:23.57]Take a bargain so choice away
[02:27.31]But chancing to trace her sunburnt grace
[02:29.40]That morning as I passed nigh
[02:32.43]I went and I said Poor maidy dear
[02:36.22]And will none of the people buy
[02:39.18]And so it began; and soon we knew
[02:41.97]What the end of it all must be
[02:44.64]And I found that though no others had bid
[02:47.97]A prize had been won by me
[02:53.94]And are ye one of Hermitage
[02:55.74]Of Hermitage by Ivel Road
[02:58.38]And do ye know in Hermitage
[02:59.99]A thatch roofed house where sengreens grow
[03:03.32]And does John Waywood live there still
[03:05.96]He of the name that there abode
[03:07.58]When father hurdled on the hill
[03:09.36]Some fifteen years ago
[03:12.21]Does he now speak of Patty Beech
[03:13.94]The Patty Beech he used to see
[03:17.63]Or ask at all if Patty Beech
[03:19.10]Is known or heard of out this way
[03:21.78]Ask ever if she's living yet
[03:23.38]And where her present home may be
[03:25.80]And how she bears life's fag and fret
[03:28.72]After so long a day
[03:31.47]In years agone at Hermitage
[03:33.39]This faded face was counted fair
[03:35.46]None fairer; and at Hermitage
[03:37.39]We swore to wed when he should thrive
[03:41.25]But never a chance had he or I
[03:43.63]And waiting made his wish outwear
[03:46.50]And Time that dooms man's love to die
[03:50.84]Preserves a maid's alive
[03:59.73]The singers are gone from the Cornmarket place
[04:02.07]With their broadsheets of rhymes
[04:04.92]The street rings no longer in treble and bass
[04:07.54]With their skits on the times
[04:10.05]And the Cross lately thronged is a dim naked space
[04:13.64]That but echoes the stammering chimes
[04:17.49]From Clock corner steps
[04:18.57]As each quarter ding dongs
[04:20.70]Away the folk roam
[04:22.17]By the "Hart" and
[04:23.14]Grey's Bridge into byways and drongs
[04:26.05]Or across the ridged loam
[04:29.03]The younger ones shrilling the lately heard songs
[04:31.55]The old saying
[04:33.75]Would we were home
[04:36.41]The shy seeming maiden so mute in the fair
[04:38.77]Now rattles and talks
[04:40.51]And that one who looked the most swaggering there
[04:42.55]Grows sad as she walks
[04:45.07]And she who seemed eaten by cankering care
[04:48.18]In statuesque sturdiness stalks
[04:52.12]And midnight clears High Street of all but the ghosts
[04:55.12]Of its buried burghees
[04:57.50]From the latest far back to those old Roman hosts
[05:00.81]Whose remains one yet sees
[05:03.65]Who loved laughed and fought
[05:06.07]Hailed their friends drank their toasts
[05:08.99]At their meeting times here just as these