歌曲 | The Naked Highwayman |
歌手 | Fairport Convention |
专辑 | Jewel In The Crown |
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作词 : Tilston | |
As I rode out one summer's day for profit and for pleasure, | |
I planned to rob the London coach and take it at my leisure. | |
A brace of pistols duly primed, a saber fit to shave on, | |
I waited underneath the trees that lined the banks of Avon. | |
I didn't hear her dainty step as she appeared before me: | |
A face to charm a singing bird with words that did implore me. | |
"Can you help me sir?" she said, "I fear the time is near run | |
For me to cross before the tide swells the banks of Avon." | |
(chorus) | |
All you roving fellows listen, while you can, | |
Of the time that I became a naked highwayman. | |
All you roving fellows listen, while you can, | |
Of the time that I became a naked highwayman. | |
So gallantly I did dismount and walked into the water, | |
As she told me that she was a wealthy merchant's daughter. | |
So I thought I'd try my luck and do my best to charm her. | |
Said I was the only son of a country farmer. | |
"Your hands they are a smooth as silk, they never touched a plough sir | |
And I suppose these pistols help you milking of your cows." | |
She looked at me with mocking eyes as coal-black as a raven | |
And then she fell into my arms beside the banks of Avon. | |
(chorus) | |
Her honeyed lips, I was beguiled, a lamb led to the slaughter, | |
Eventually I fell asleep in the arms of the merchant's daughter. | |
When I awoke I was alone, my clothes and pistols taken, | |
With just the leaves to hide my shame beside the banks of Avon. | |
In vain I tried to catch a glimpse of the city spires, | |
Running like a rabbit through the bushes and the briars. | |
Then I heard the London coach and I was all a-shiver; | |
A lady's voice was calling out: "Stand-to and deliver!" | |
(chorus) | |
"Your money or your life I'll have, it's all the same to me. It's | |
Hanged for a sheep or murder in the first degree." | |
She stood there in my overcoat, brandishing my pistols, | |
And reliever the London coach of the gold of Bristol. | |
And it's up she's mounted on my horse and rode into the distance | |
And I went naked to the coach begging for assistance. | |
No more I'll play the highwaymen, nor more I'll put the mask on, | |
I'll leave it to the bright-eyed girl who roams the banks of Avon. | |
(chorus) | |
As I rode out one summer's day for profit and for pleasure, | |
I planned to rob the London coach and take it at my leisure. | |
A brace of pistols duly primed, a saber fit to shave on, | |
I waited underneath the trees that lined the banks of Avon. |
zuo ci : Tilston | |
As I rode out one summer' s day for profit and for pleasure, | |
I planned to rob the London coach and take it at my leisure. | |
A brace of pistols duly primed, a saber fit to shave on, | |
I waited underneath the trees that lined the banks of Avon. | |
I didn' t hear her dainty step as she appeared before me: | |
A face to charm a singing bird with words that did implore me. | |
" Can you help me sir?" she said, " I fear the time is near run | |
For me to cross before the tide swells the banks of Avon." | |
chorus | |
All you roving fellows listen, while you can, | |
Of the time that I became a naked highwayman. | |
All you roving fellows listen, while you can, | |
Of the time that I became a naked highwayman. | |
So gallantly I did dismount and walked into the water, | |
As she told me that she was a wealthy merchant' s daughter. | |
So I thought I' d try my luck and do my best to charm her. | |
Said I was the only son of a country farmer. | |
" Your hands they are a smooth as silk, they never touched a plough sir | |
And I suppose these pistols help you milking of your cows." | |
She looked at me with mocking eyes as coalblack as a raven | |
And then she fell into my arms beside the banks of Avon. | |
chorus | |
Her honeyed lips, I was beguiled, a lamb led to the slaughter, | |
Eventually I fell asleep in the arms of the merchant' s daughter. | |
When I awoke I was alone, my clothes and pistols taken, | |
With just the leaves to hide my shame beside the banks of Avon. | |
In vain I tried to catch a glimpse of the city spires, | |
Running like a rabbit through the bushes and the briars. | |
Then I heard the London coach and I was all ashiver | |
A lady' s voice was calling out: " Standto and deliver!" | |
chorus | |
" Your money or your life I' ll have, it' s all the same to me. It' s | |
Hanged for a sheep or murder in the first degree." | |
She stood there in my overcoat, brandishing my pistols, | |
And reliever the London coach of the gold of Bristol. | |
And it' s up she' s mounted on my horse and rode into the distance | |
And I went naked to the coach begging for assistance. | |
No more I' ll play the highwaymen, nor more I' ll put the mask on, | |
I' ll leave it to the brighteyed girl who roams the banks of Avon. | |
chorus | |
As I rode out one summer' s day for profit and for pleasure, | |
I planned to rob the London coach and take it at my leisure. | |
A brace of pistols duly primed, a saber fit to shave on, | |
I waited underneath the trees that lined the banks of Avon. |
zuò cí : Tilston | |
As I rode out one summer' s day for profit and for pleasure, | |
I planned to rob the London coach and take it at my leisure. | |
A brace of pistols duly primed, a saber fit to shave on, | |
I waited underneath the trees that lined the banks of Avon. | |
I didn' t hear her dainty step as she appeared before me: | |
A face to charm a singing bird with words that did implore me. | |
" Can you help me sir?" she said, " I fear the time is near run | |
For me to cross before the tide swells the banks of Avon." | |
chorus | |
All you roving fellows listen, while you can, | |
Of the time that I became a naked highwayman. | |
All you roving fellows listen, while you can, | |
Of the time that I became a naked highwayman. | |
So gallantly I did dismount and walked into the water, | |
As she told me that she was a wealthy merchant' s daughter. | |
So I thought I' d try my luck and do my best to charm her. | |
Said I was the only son of a country farmer. | |
" Your hands they are a smooth as silk, they never touched a plough sir | |
And I suppose these pistols help you milking of your cows." | |
She looked at me with mocking eyes as coalblack as a raven | |
And then she fell into my arms beside the banks of Avon. | |
chorus | |
Her honeyed lips, I was beguiled, a lamb led to the slaughter, | |
Eventually I fell asleep in the arms of the merchant' s daughter. | |
When I awoke I was alone, my clothes and pistols taken, | |
With just the leaves to hide my shame beside the banks of Avon. | |
In vain I tried to catch a glimpse of the city spires, | |
Running like a rabbit through the bushes and the briars. | |
Then I heard the London coach and I was all ashiver | |
A lady' s voice was calling out: " Standto and deliver!" | |
chorus | |
" Your money or your life I' ll have, it' s all the same to me. It' s | |
Hanged for a sheep or murder in the first degree." | |
She stood there in my overcoat, brandishing my pistols, | |
And reliever the London coach of the gold of Bristol. | |
And it' s up she' s mounted on my horse and rode into the distance | |
And I went naked to the coach begging for assistance. | |
No more I' ll play the highwaymen, nor more I' ll put the mask on, | |
I' ll leave it to the brighteyed girl who roams the banks of Avon. | |
chorus | |
As I rode out one summer' s day for profit and for pleasure, | |
I planned to rob the London coach and take it at my leisure. | |
A brace of pistols duly primed, a saber fit to shave on, | |
I waited underneath the trees that lined the banks of Avon. |