歌曲 | Barbary Ellen |
歌手 | Martin Carthy |
专辑 | Signs of Life |
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作词 : Traditional | |
All in the third part of the year | |
When green leaves they were falling, | |
Young Johnny Rose, all down from the war, | |
Fell in love with Barbary Ellen. | |
He sent his men down to the town | |
To the place where she was dwelling, | |
Saying, "Lady, come quick and come very quick | |
If your name be Barbary Ellen." | |
So slowly, slowly she rose up, | |
So slowly she put on her, | |
So slowly come to his bedside | |
And so slowly she looked upon him. | |
"You're lying low, young man," she cries, | |
"And death is with you dealing. | |
No the better for me you never shall be | |
Though your heart's blood were spilling." | |
"Oh look at my bedhead," he cries, | |
"And there you'll find it ticking: | |
My gold watch and my gold chain, | |
I bestow them to you, my Ellen." | |
"Oh look at my bed foot," he cries, | |
"And there you will find them lying: | |
Bloody sheets and bloody shirts, | |
I swept them for you, my Ellen." | |
"Tell me, do you mind the time, " she cries, | |
"All in the tavern swilling? | |
You made the health of all round the place | |
But never for your love Ellen." | |
She walked over yon garden field, | |
She heard the dead bell knelling. | |
And every stroke that the dead bell gave | |
It cried, "Woe be to you now, Ellen." | |
She walked over yon garden field, | |
She saw his corpse a-coming, | |
"Lay down, lay down, your weary load | |
Until I get to look upon him." | |
She lifted the lid from off the corpse, | |
She bursted out with laughing. | |
And all of his friends that stood round about, | |
They cried, "Woe be to you now, Ellen." | |
She come home to her father's house, | |
"Make my bed long and narrow, | |
For young Johnny Rose died for me today | |
And I must die tomorrow." | |
They buried her all in the churchyard, | |
They buried him in the choir. | |
And out of him there grew a red rose | |
And out of her a briar. | |
They grew and they grew all in the churchyard | |
Till they could grow no higher. | |
They twisted and twined themselves in a knot | |
As the rose growed all round the briar. |
zuo ci : Traditional | |
All in the third part of the year | |
When green leaves they were falling, | |
Young Johnny Rose, all down from the war, | |
Fell in love with Barbary Ellen. | |
He sent his men down to the town | |
To the place where she was dwelling, | |
Saying, " Lady, come quick and come very quick | |
If your name be Barbary Ellen." | |
So slowly, slowly she rose up, | |
So slowly she put on her, | |
So slowly come to his bedside | |
And so slowly she looked upon him. | |
" You' re lying low, young man," she cries, | |
" And death is with you dealing. | |
No the better for me you never shall be | |
Though your heart' s blood were spilling." | |
" Oh look at my bedhead," he cries, | |
" And there you' ll find it ticking: | |
My gold watch and my gold chain, | |
I bestow them to you, my Ellen." | |
" Oh look at my bed foot," he cries, | |
" And there you will find them lying: | |
Bloody sheets and bloody shirts, | |
I swept them for you, my Ellen." | |
" Tell me, do you mind the time, " she cries, | |
" All in the tavern swilling? | |
You made the health of all round the place | |
But never for your love Ellen." | |
She walked over yon garden field, | |
She heard the dead bell knelling. | |
And every stroke that the dead bell gave | |
It cried, " Woe be to you now, Ellen." | |
She walked over yon garden field, | |
She saw his corpse acoming, | |
" Lay down, lay down, your weary load | |
Until I get to look upon him." | |
She lifted the lid from off the corpse, | |
She bursted out with laughing. | |
And all of his friends that stood round about, | |
They cried, " Woe be to you now, Ellen." | |
She come home to her father' s house, | |
" Make my bed long and narrow, | |
For young Johnny Rose died for me today | |
And I must die tomorrow." | |
They buried her all in the churchyard, | |
They buried him in the choir. | |
And out of him there grew a red rose | |
And out of her a briar. | |
They grew and they grew all in the churchyard | |
Till they could grow no higher. | |
They twisted and twined themselves in a knot | |
As the rose growed all round the briar. |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
All in the third part of the year | |
When green leaves they were falling, | |
Young Johnny Rose, all down from the war, | |
Fell in love with Barbary Ellen. | |
He sent his men down to the town | |
To the place where she was dwelling, | |
Saying, " Lady, come quick and come very quick | |
If your name be Barbary Ellen." | |
So slowly, slowly she rose up, | |
So slowly she put on her, | |
So slowly come to his bedside | |
And so slowly she looked upon him. | |
" You' re lying low, young man," she cries, | |
" And death is with you dealing. | |
No the better for me you never shall be | |
Though your heart' s blood were spilling." | |
" Oh look at my bedhead," he cries, | |
" And there you' ll find it ticking: | |
My gold watch and my gold chain, | |
I bestow them to you, my Ellen." | |
" Oh look at my bed foot," he cries, | |
" And there you will find them lying: | |
Bloody sheets and bloody shirts, | |
I swept them for you, my Ellen." | |
" Tell me, do you mind the time, " she cries, | |
" All in the tavern swilling? | |
You made the health of all round the place | |
But never for your love Ellen." | |
She walked over yon garden field, | |
She heard the dead bell knelling. | |
And every stroke that the dead bell gave | |
It cried, " Woe be to you now, Ellen." | |
She walked over yon garden field, | |
She saw his corpse acoming, | |
" Lay down, lay down, your weary load | |
Until I get to look upon him." | |
She lifted the lid from off the corpse, | |
She bursted out with laughing. | |
And all of his friends that stood round about, | |
They cried, " Woe be to you now, Ellen." | |
She come home to her father' s house, | |
" Make my bed long and narrow, | |
For young Johnny Rose died for me today | |
And I must die tomorrow." | |
They buried her all in the churchyard, | |
They buried him in the choir. | |
And out of him there grew a red rose | |
And out of her a briar. | |
They grew and they grew all in the churchyard | |
Till they could grow no higher. | |
They twisted and twined themselves in a knot | |
As the rose growed all round the briar. |