歌曲 | The Cruel Sister |
歌手 | Old Blind Dogs |
专辑 | Live |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Traditional | |
There lived a lady by the North Sea shore | |
(Lay the bent to the bonnie broom) | |
Two daughters were the babes she bore | |
(Fa la la la la la la la la la) | |
alternating with each of the lines below> | |
As one grew bright as is the sun, | |
So coal black grew the elder one. | |
A knight came riding to the lady's door, | |
He'd travelled far to be their wooer. | |
He courted one with gloves and rings, | |
But he loved the other above all things. | |
Oh sister will you go with me | |
To watch the ships sail on the sea? | |
She took her sister by the hand | |
And led her down to the North Sea strand. | |
And as they stood on the windy shore | |
The dark girl threw her sister o'er. | |
Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam, | |
Crying, "Sister, reach to me your hand! | |
"Oh Sister, Sister, let me live, | |
And all that's mine I'll surely give." | |
"(It's) your own true love that I'll have and more, | |
But thou shalt never come ashore." | |
And there she floated like a swan, | |
The salt sea bore her body on. | |
Two minstrels walked along the strand | |
And saw the maiden float to land. | |
They made a harp of her breastbone, | |
Whose sound would melt a heart of stone. | |
They took three locks of her yellow hair, | |
And with them strung the harp so rare. | |
They went into her father's hall | |
To play the harp before them all, | |
But when they laid it on a stone | |
The harp began to play alone. | |
The first string sang a doleful sound: | |
"The bride her younger sister drowned." | |
The second string as that they tried, | |
In terror sits the black-haired bride. | |
The third string sang beneath their bow, | |
"And surely now her tears will flow |
zuo ci : Traditional | |
There lived a lady by the North Sea shore | |
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom | |
Two daughters were the babes she bore | |
Fa la la la la la la la la la | |
alternating with each of the lines below | |
As one grew bright as is the sun, | |
So coal black grew the elder one. | |
A knight came riding to the lady' s door, | |
He' d travelled far to be their wooer. | |
He courted one with gloves and rings, | |
But he loved the other above all things. | |
Oh sister will you go with me | |
To watch the ships sail on the sea? | |
She took her sister by the hand | |
And led her down to the North Sea strand. | |
And as they stood on the windy shore | |
The dark girl threw her sister o' er. | |
Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam, | |
Crying, " Sister, reach to me your hand! | |
" Oh Sister, Sister, let me live, | |
And all that' s mine I' ll surely give." | |
" It' s your own true love that I' ll have and more, | |
But thou shalt never come ashore." | |
And there she floated like a swan, | |
The salt sea bore her body on. | |
Two minstrels walked along the strand | |
And saw the maiden float to land. | |
They made a harp of her breastbone, | |
Whose sound would melt a heart of stone. | |
They took three locks of her yellow hair, | |
And with them strung the harp so rare. | |
They went into her father' s hall | |
To play the harp before them all, | |
But when they laid it on a stone | |
The harp began to play alone. | |
The first string sang a doleful sound: | |
" The bride her younger sister drowned." | |
The second string as that they tried, | |
In terror sits the blackhaired bride. | |
The third string sang beneath their bow, | |
" And surely now her tears will flow |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
There lived a lady by the North Sea shore | |
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom | |
Two daughters were the babes she bore | |
Fa la la la la la la la la la | |
alternating with each of the lines below | |
As one grew bright as is the sun, | |
So coal black grew the elder one. | |
A knight came riding to the lady' s door, | |
He' d travelled far to be their wooer. | |
He courted one with gloves and rings, | |
But he loved the other above all things. | |
Oh sister will you go with me | |
To watch the ships sail on the sea? | |
She took her sister by the hand | |
And led her down to the North Sea strand. | |
And as they stood on the windy shore | |
The dark girl threw her sister o' er. | |
Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam, | |
Crying, " Sister, reach to me your hand! | |
" Oh Sister, Sister, let me live, | |
And all that' s mine I' ll surely give." | |
" It' s your own true love that I' ll have and more, | |
But thou shalt never come ashore." | |
And there she floated like a swan, | |
The salt sea bore her body on. | |
Two minstrels walked along the strand | |
And saw the maiden float to land. | |
They made a harp of her breastbone, | |
Whose sound would melt a heart of stone. | |
They took three locks of her yellow hair, | |
And with them strung the harp so rare. | |
They went into her father' s hall | |
To play the harp before them all, | |
But when they laid it on a stone | |
The harp began to play alone. | |
The first string sang a doleful sound: | |
" The bride her younger sister drowned." | |
The second string as that they tried, | |
In terror sits the blackhaired bride. | |
The third string sang beneath their bow, | |
" And surely now her tears will flow |