90听音乐网 www.90T8.com
Sing Ballad singer raise a hearty tune
Make me forget that there was ever a one
I walked with in the meek light of the moon
When the day's work was done
Rhyme Ballad rhymer start a country song
Make me forget that she whom I loved well
Swore she would love me dearly love me long
Then what I cannot tell
Sing Ballad singer from your little book
Make me forget those heart breaks achings fears
Make me forget her name her sweet sweet look
Make me forget her tears
These market dames mid aged with lips thin drawn
And tissues sere
Are they the ones we loved in years agone
And courted here
Are these the muslined pink young things to whom
We vowed and swore
In nooks on summer Sundays by the Froom
Or Budmouth shore
Do they remember those gay tunes we trod
Clasped on the green
Aye trod till moonlight set on the beaten sod
A satin sheen
They must forget forget
They cannot know
What once they were
Or memory would transfigure them and show
Them always fair
Black on frowns east on Maidon
And westward to the sea
But on neither is his frown laden
With scorn as his frown on me
At dawn my heart grew heavy
I could not sip the wine
I left the jocund bevy
And that young man of mine
The roadside elms pass by me
Why do I sink with shame
When the birds a perch there eye me
They too have done the same
Nobody took any notice of her
As she stood on the causey kerb
All eager to sell her honey and apples
And bunches of garden herb
And if she had offered to give her wares
And herself with them too that day
I doubt if a soul would have cared to
Take a bargain so choice away
But chancing to trace her sunburnt grace
That morning as I passed nigh
I went and I said Poor maidy dear
And will none of the people buy
And so it began; and soon we knew
What the end of it all must be
And I found that though no others had bid
A prize had been won by me
And are ye one of Hermitage
Of Hermitage by Ivel Road
And do ye know in Hermitage
A thatch roofed house where sengreens grow
And does John Waywood live there still
He of the name that there abode
When father hurdled on the hill
Some fifteen years ago
Does he now speak of Patty Beech
The Patty Beech he used to see
Or ask at all if Patty Beech
Is known or heard of out this way
Ask ever if she's living yet
And where her present home may be
And how she bears life's fag and fret
After so long a day
In years agone at Hermitage
This faded face was counted fair
None fairer; and at Hermitage
We swore to wed when he should thrive
But never a chance had he or I
And waiting made his wish outwear
And Time that dooms man's love to die
Preserves a maid's alive
The singers are gone from the Cornmarket place
With their broadsheets of rhymes
The street rings no longer in treble and bass
With their skits on the times
And the Cross lately thronged is a dim naked space
That but echoes the stammering chimes
From Clock corner steps
As each quarter ding dongs
Away the folk roam
By the "Hart" and
Grey's Bridge into byways and drongs
Or across the ridged loam
The younger ones shrilling the lately heard songs
The old saying
Would we were home
The shy seeming maiden so mute in the fair
Now rattles and talks
And that one who looked the most swaggering there
Grows sad as she walks
And she who seemed eaten by cankering care
In statuesque sturdiness stalks
And midnight clears High Street of all but the ghosts
Of its buried burghees
From the latest far back to those old Roman hosts
Whose remains one yet sees
Who loved laughed and fought
Hailed their friends drank their toasts
At their meeting times here just as these
- 1 Richard Burton
LRC动态歌词下载
[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
