歌曲 | Star Of The County Down |
歌手 | The High Kings |
专辑 | Memory Lane |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Near Banbridge town, in the County Down | |
One evening last July | |
Down a bóithrín green came a sweet cailín | |
And she smiled as she passed me by | |
She looked so neat in her two bare feet | |
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair | |
Such a coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself | |
To make sure I was standing there | |
(Chorus) | |
From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay | |
From Galway to Dublin town | |
No maid I've seen like the fair cailín | |
That I met in the County Down | |
As she onward sped I shook me head | |
And I gazed with a feeling queer | |
And I said, says I, to a passerby | |
"Who's your one with the nut-brown hair?" | |
He smiled at me, and with pride says he: | |
"She's the gem of old Ireland's crown | |
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann | |
And the star of the County Down" | |
(Chorus) | |
She'd a soft brown eye and a look so sly | |
And a smile like the rose in June | |
And you held each note from her auburn throat | |
As she lilted lamenting tunes | |
At the pattern dance you'd be in trance | |
As she skipped through a jig or reel | |
When her eyes, she'd roll, as she'd lift your soul | |
And your heart, she would likely steal | |
(Chorus) | |
At the harvest fair she'll be surely there | |
And I'll dress my Sunday clothes | |
With my hat cocked right and my shoes shone bright | |
For a smile from the nut-brown Rose | |
No horse I'll yoke, or pipe I smoke | |
'Til the rust in my plough turn brown | |
And a smiling bride by my own fireside | |
Sits the star of the County Down | |
(Chorus) | |
She'd a soft brown eye and a look so sly | |
And a smile like the rose in June | |
And you held each note from her auburn throat | |
As she lilted lamenting tunes | |
At the pattern dance you'd be in trance | |
As she skipped through a jig or reel | |
When her eyes she'd roll, as she'd lift your soul | |
And your heart, she would likely steal | |
(Chorus) | |
Near Banbridge town, in the County Down | |
One evening last July | |
Down a bóithrín green came a sweet cailín | |
And she smiled as she passed me by | |
She looked so neat in her two bare feet | |
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair | |
Such a coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself | |
To make sure I was standing there | |
(Chorus X3) |
Near Banbridge town, in the County Down | |
One evening last July | |
Down a bo ithri n green came a sweet caili n | |
And she smiled as she passed me by | |
She looked so neat in her two bare feet | |
To the sheen of her nutbrown hair | |
Such a coaxing elf, I' d to shake myself | |
To make sure I was standing there | |
Chorus | |
From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay | |
From Galway to Dublin town | |
No maid I' ve seen like the fair caili n | |
That I met in the County Down | |
As she onward sped I shook me head | |
And I gazed with a feeling queer | |
And I said, says I, to a passerby | |
" Who' s your one with the nutbrown hair?" | |
He smiled at me, and with pride says he: | |
" She' s the gem of old Ireland' s crown | |
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann | |
And the star of the County Down" | |
Chorus | |
She' d a soft brown eye and a look so sly | |
And a smile like the rose in June | |
And you held each note from her auburn throat | |
As she lilted lamenting tunes | |
At the pattern dance you' d be in trance | |
As she skipped through a jig or reel | |
When her eyes, she' d roll, as she' d lift your soul | |
And your heart, she would likely steal | |
Chorus | |
At the harvest fair she' ll be surely there | |
And I' ll dress my Sunday clothes | |
With my hat cocked right and my shoes shone bright | |
For a smile from the nutbrown Rose | |
No horse I' ll yoke, or pipe I smoke | |
' Til the rust in my plough turn brown | |
And a smiling bride by my own fireside | |
Sits the star of the County Down | |
Chorus | |
She' d a soft brown eye and a look so sly | |
And a smile like the rose in June | |
And you held each note from her auburn throat | |
As she lilted lamenting tunes | |
At the pattern dance you' d be in trance | |
As she skipped through a jig or reel | |
When her eyes she' d roll, as she' d lift your soul | |
And your heart, she would likely steal | |
Chorus | |
Near Banbridge town, in the County Down | |
One evening last July | |
Down a bo ithri n green came a sweet caili n | |
And she smiled as she passed me by | |
She looked so neat in her two bare feet | |
To the sheen of her nutbrown hair | |
Such a coaxing elf, I' d to shake myself | |
To make sure I was standing there | |
Chorus X3 |
Near Banbridge town, in the County Down | |
One evening last July | |
Down a bó ithrí n green came a sweet cailí n | |
And she smiled as she passed me by | |
She looked so neat in her two bare feet | |
To the sheen of her nutbrown hair | |
Such a coaxing elf, I' d to shake myself | |
To make sure I was standing there | |
Chorus | |
From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay | |
From Galway to Dublin town | |
No maid I' ve seen like the fair cailí n | |
That I met in the County Down | |
As she onward sped I shook me head | |
And I gazed with a feeling queer | |
And I said, says I, to a passerby | |
" Who' s your one with the nutbrown hair?" | |
He smiled at me, and with pride says he: | |
" She' s the gem of old Ireland' s crown | |
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann | |
And the star of the County Down" | |
Chorus | |
She' d a soft brown eye and a look so sly | |
And a smile like the rose in June | |
And you held each note from her auburn throat | |
As she lilted lamenting tunes | |
At the pattern dance you' d be in trance | |
As she skipped through a jig or reel | |
When her eyes, she' d roll, as she' d lift your soul | |
And your heart, she would likely steal | |
Chorus | |
At the harvest fair she' ll be surely there | |
And I' ll dress my Sunday clothes | |
With my hat cocked right and my shoes shone bright | |
For a smile from the nutbrown Rose | |
No horse I' ll yoke, or pipe I smoke | |
' Til the rust in my plough turn brown | |
And a smiling bride by my own fireside | |
Sits the star of the County Down | |
Chorus | |
She' d a soft brown eye and a look so sly | |
And a smile like the rose in June | |
And you held each note from her auburn throat | |
As she lilted lamenting tunes | |
At the pattern dance you' d be in trance | |
As she skipped through a jig or reel | |
When her eyes she' d roll, as she' d lift your soul | |
And your heart, she would likely steal | |
Chorus | |
Near Banbridge town, in the County Down | |
One evening last July | |
Down a bó ithrí n green came a sweet cailí n | |
And she smiled as she passed me by | |
She looked so neat in her two bare feet | |
To the sheen of her nutbrown hair | |
Such a coaxing elf, I' d to shake myself | |
To make sure I was standing there | |
Chorus X3 |
[00:00.00] | 班布里奇小镇附近 |
[00:02.29] | 去年七月的一个晚上 |
[00:04.08] | 绿茵小道上走来一个可爱的姑娘 |
[00:06.49] | 她微笑着与我擦肩而过 |
[00:08.36] | 她那赤着的脚丫如此可爱 |
[00:10.85] | 栗色的头发熠熠闪光 |
[00:12.76] | 真是个迷人的精灵 我摇摇自己 |
[00:15.00] | 确定还站在这儿 |
[00:17.14] | 从班特里海湾到德里码头 |
[00:19.60] | 从戈尔韦到都柏林 |
[00:21.38] | 我再没见过其他的少女 |
[00:23.76] | 比得上南方小镇遇见的姑娘 |
[00:25.89] | 她快步走在前面,我只能抓耳挠腮 |
[00:28.32] | 心绪莫名地向她张望 |
[00:29.99] | 我支吾着问路人 |
[00:32.42] | 那个栗色头发的姑娘是谁?” |
[00:34.37] | 他骄傲地微笑着告诉我 |
[00:36.53] | 她是爱尔兰王冠上的宝石 |
[00:38.74] | 她是来自班恩河之岸的小罗茜麦肯 |
[00:41.11] | 她是南方小镇的星” |
[00:43.18] | 从班特里海湾到德里码头 |
[00:45.64] | 从戈尔韦到都柏林 |
[00:47.38] | 我再没见过其他的少女 |
[00:49.68] | 比得上南方小镇遇见的姑娘 |
[00:51.44] | 她那棕色的眼睛如此温柔 |
[00:53.02] | 脸上洋溢着狡黠的微笑 |
[00:54.51] | 像六月的玫瑰 |
[00:56.00] | 你留着从她棕色嗓音飘出的每音符 |
[00:58.56] | 她轻吟着悲伤的小调 |
[01:00.36] | 你会精神恍惚,当她领头 |
[01:02.68] | 跳起一支吉格或里尔舞 |
[01:05.36] | 当她眼波流转如同灵魂闪烁 |
[01:08.10] | 你的心也会被她悄悄偷走 |
[01:09.92] | 从班特里海湾到德里码头 |
[01:12.54] | 从戈尔韦到都柏林 |
[01:14.25] | 我再没见过其他的少女 |
[01:16.79] | 比得上南方小镇遇见的棕发姑娘 |
[01:18.78] | 她将在收获祭上出现 |
[01:21.24] | 我将穿上节日盛装 |
[01:22.87] | 礼帽高耸,靴子闪亮 |
[01:25.66] | 只为等待我栗色玫瑰的一个微笑 |
[01:27.53] | 我将不再骑马也不再抽烟 |
[01:30.00] | 直到我的我的犁锈成棕色 |
[01:31.59] | 直到我的炉边,坐着我含笑的新娘 |
[01:34.11] | 那南方小镇的星 |
[01:35.95] | 从班特里海湾到德里码头 |
[01:38.39] | 从戈尔韦到都柏林 |
[01:40.14] | 我再没见过其他的少女 |
[01:42.74] | 比得上南方小镇遇见的姑娘 |
[01:44.83] | |
[01:53.79] | 她那棕色的眼睛如此温柔 |
[01:54.71] | 脸上洋溢着狡黠的微笑 |
[01:56.13] | 像六月的玫瑰 |
[01:57.54] | 你留着从她棕色嗓音飘出的每音符 |
[02:00.17] | 她轻吟着悲伤的小调 |
[02:02.09] | 你会精神恍惚,当她领头 |
[02:04.55] | 跳起一支吉格或里尔舞 |
[02:07.68] | 当她眼波流转如同灵魂闪烁 |
[02:09.83] | 你的心也会被她悄悄偷走 |
[02:11.75] | |
[02:28.82] | 从班特里海湾到德里码头 |
[02:31.39] | 从戈尔韦到都柏林 |
[02:33.23] | 我再没见过其他的少女 |
[02:35.70] | 比得上南方小镇遇见的姑娘 |
[02:37.82] | 班布里奇小镇附近 |
[02:40.07] | 去年七月的一个晚上 |
[02:41.81] | 绿茵小道上走来一个可爱的姑娘 |
[02:44.29] | 她微笑着与我擦肩而过 |
[02:46.27] | 她那赤着的脚丫如此可爱 |
[02:48.64] | 栗色的头发熠熠闪光 |
[02:50.51] | 真是个迷人的精灵 我摇摇自己 |
[02:52.93] | 确定还站在这儿 |
[02:54.87] | 从班特里海湾到德里码头 |
[02:57.20] | 从戈尔韦到都柏林 |
[02:59.12] | 我再没见过其他的少女 |
[03:01.61] | 比得上南方小镇遇见的姑娘 |
[03:03.42] | 从班特里海湾到德里码头 |
[03:05.86] | 从戈尔韦到都柏林 |
[03:07.68] | 我再没见过其他的少女 |
[03:10.19] | 比得上南方小镇遇见的姑娘 |
[03:11.98] | 从班特里海湾到德里码头 |
[03:14.39] | 从戈尔韦到都柏林 |
[03:16.25] | 我再没见过其他的少女 |
[03:19.47] | 比得上南方小镇遇见的姑娘 |