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The Incest Song

	作词 : Sainte-Marie
	Word is up to the king's dear daughter
	And word is spreading all over the land
	That's she's been betrayed by her own dear brother
	That he has chosen another fair hand
	Many young man had a song of her beauty
	And many a grand deed for her had been done
	But within her sights she carried the child
	Of her father's youngest, fairest son
	Tell to me no lies
	Tell to me no stories
	But saddle my good horse and I'll go and see my own true love
	If your words be true ones, then that will mean the end of me
	Brother oh brother what lies be these ones
	They say your love to another I lose
	There's a child within me of thy very own lineage
	And I know it's I that thou would chose
	And have you yet told your father or mother
	All that thou has told here to me
	And he's taken off his good braided sword
	And I am down beside his knee
	No I've not told no one but you my dear one
	For it's a secret between us two
	And I would come home and quit all my roaming
	And spend my days only waiting on you
	Too late too late for change my sister
	My father has chosen another fair bride
	And he stabbed her easy and lovingly lay her
	Down in her grave by the green wood side
	And when he's come home to his own wedding of feasting
	And his father asks why he's weeping all so
	He says such a bride as a I've seen on this morning
	Never another man shall know

	zuò cí : SainteMarie
	Word is up to the king' s dear daughter
	And word is spreading all over the land
	That' s she' s been betrayed by her own dear brother
	That he has chosen another fair hand
	Many young man had a song of her beauty
	And many a grand deed for her had been done
	But within her sights she carried the child
	Of her father' s youngest, fairest son
	Tell to me no lies
	Tell to me no stories
	But saddle my good horse and I' ll go and see my own true love
	If your words be true ones, then that will mean the end of me
	Brother oh brother what lies be these ones
	They say your love to another I lose
	There' s a child within me of thy very own lineage
	And I know it' s I that thou would chose
	And have you yet told your father or mother
	All that thou has told here to me
	And he' s taken off his good braided sword
	And I am down beside his knee
	No I' ve not told no one but you my dear one
	For it' s a secret between us two
	And I would come home and quit all my roaming
	And spend my days only waiting on you
	Too late too late for change my sister
	My father has chosen another fair bride
	And he stabbed her easy and lovingly lay her
	Down in her grave by the green wood side
	And when he' s come home to his own wedding of feasting
	And his father asks why he' s weeping all so
	He says such a bride as a I' ve seen on this morning
	Never another man shall know