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Sir Gavin Grimbold

	作词 : Traditional
	High on mountains and low between the trees
	Sir Gavin Grimbold rode out one day
	He saddled, he bridled and booted rode he
	And home came his good horse but never came he
	Out came his mother dear greeting so fair
	And came his bride drying her hair
	Meadows lie green the corn remains unshorn
	But Gavin Grimbold will never return
	He saddled he bridled and gallant rode he
	A plume in his helmet a sword at his knee
	Down came his saddle all bloody to see
	And home came his horse but never came he

	zuò cí : Traditional
	High on mountains and low between the trees
	Sir Gavin Grimbold rode out one day
	He saddled, he bridled and booted rode he
	And home came his good horse but never came he
	Out came his mother dear greeting so fair
	And came his bride drying her hair
	Meadows lie green the corn remains unshorn
	But Gavin Grimbold will never return
	He saddled he bridled and gallant rode he
	A plume in his helmet a sword at his knee
	Down came his saddle all bloody to see
	And home came his horse but never came he