The Ballad of the Foxhunter 歌词

	作词 : Traditional, Yeats
	'Lay me in a cushioned chair;
	Carry me, ye four,
	With cushions here and there,
	To see the world once more.
	'To stable and to kennel go;
	Bring what there is to bring;
	Lead my Lollard to and fro,
	Or gently in a ring.
	'Put the chain upon the grass:
	Bring Rody and his hounds,
	That I may contented pass
	From these earthly bounds.'
	His eyelids droop, his head falls low,
	His old eyes cloud with dreams;
	The sun upon all things that grow
	Falls in sleepy streams.
	Chorus:
	'Huntsman, blow the horn,
	Come make the hills reply.
	Loosen on the morn
	A gay wandering cry.
	Rody, blow your horn.
	Come make the hills reply'
	'I cannot blow my horn,
	But only weep and sigh.'
	Lollard treads upon the lawn,
	And to the armchair goes,
	The old man's dreams are gone
	He soothes the long brown nose.
	Moves many a pleasant tongue
	Upon his wasted hands,
	Aged hounds and young
	The huntsman near him stands
	Chorus
	Round his cushioned place
	With new sorrow wrung:
	Hounds gazing on his face,
	Aged hounds and young
	Fire in the old man's eyes,
	His fingers move and sway,
	The wandering music dies,
	They hear him feebly say,
	Chorus
	The blind hound with a mournful cry
	Slowly lifts his head;
	They bear the body in;
	The hounds wail for the dead.
	The hounds wail for the dead;
	Wail for the dead.

	zuo ci : Traditional, Yeats
	' Lay me in a cushioned chair
	Carry me, ye four,
	With cushions here and there,
	To see the world once more.
	' To stable and to kennel go
	Bring what there is to bring
	Lead my Lollard to and fro,
	Or gently in a ring.
	' Put the chain upon the grass:
	Bring Rody and his hounds,
	That I may contented pass
	From these earthly bounds.'
	His eyelids droop, his head falls low,
	His old eyes cloud with dreams
	The sun upon all things that grow
	Falls in sleepy streams.
	Chorus:
	' Huntsman, blow the horn,
	Come make the hills reply.
	Loosen on the morn
	A gay wandering cry.
	Rody, blow your horn.
	Come make the hills reply'
	' I cannot blow my horn,
	But only weep and sigh.'
	Lollard treads upon the lawn,
	And to the armchair goes,
	The old man' s dreams are gone
	He soothes the long brown nose.
	Moves many a pleasant tongue
	Upon his wasted hands,
	Aged hounds and young
	The huntsman near him stands
	Chorus
	Round his cushioned place
	With new sorrow wrung:
	Hounds gazing on his face,
	Aged hounds and young
	Fire in the old man' s eyes,
	His fingers move and sway,
	The wandering music dies,
	They hear him feebly say,
	Chorus
	The blind hound with a mournful cry
	Slowly lifts his head
	They bear the body in
	The hounds wail for the dead.
	The hounds wail for the dead
	Wail for the dead.

	zuò cí : Traditional, Yeats
	' Lay me in a cushioned chair
	Carry me, ye four,
	With cushions here and there,
	To see the world once more.
	' To stable and to kennel go
	Bring what there is to bring
	Lead my Lollard to and fro,
	Or gently in a ring.
	' Put the chain upon the grass:
	Bring Rody and his hounds,
	That I may contented pass
	From these earthly bounds.'
	His eyelids droop, his head falls low,
	His old eyes cloud with dreams
	The sun upon all things that grow
	Falls in sleepy streams.
	Chorus:
	' Huntsman, blow the horn,
	Come make the hills reply.
	Loosen on the morn
	A gay wandering cry.
	Rody, blow your horn.
	Come make the hills reply'
	' I cannot blow my horn,
	But only weep and sigh.'
	Lollard treads upon the lawn,
	And to the armchair goes,
	The old man' s dreams are gone
	He soothes the long brown nose.
	Moves many a pleasant tongue
	Upon his wasted hands,
	Aged hounds and young
	The huntsman near him stands
	Chorus
	Round his cushioned place
	With new sorrow wrung:
	Hounds gazing on his face,
	Aged hounds and young
	Fire in the old man' s eyes,
	His fingers move and sway,
	The wandering music dies,
	They hear him feebly say,
	Chorus
	The blind hound with a mournful cry
	Slowly lifts his head
	They bear the body in
	The hounds wail for the dead.
	The hounds wail for the dead
	Wail for the dead.

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