歌曲 | Bonny Birdy |
歌手 | Steeleye Span |
专辑 | Horkstow Grange |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Traditional | |
Traditional | |
O it's of a knight on a summer's night | |
Was riding o'er the lee, diddle | |
There he spied a bonny bird | |
Sitting upon a tree. Singing: | |
Chorus 1: | |
"Wow for the day! | |
An gin it for the day! | |
Oh gin it were day, | |
And gin I were away! | |
I ha na lang time to stay." diddle | |
"O make hast, make hast, ye gentle knight, | |
What keeps you here so late? diddle | |
Gin ye kent what's doing at hame, | |
I fear ye would look blate." diddle | |
Chorus | |
"O why should I toil day and night, | |
My fair body to kill, | |
For ninety knights at my command, | |
An ladys at my will?" | |
"O ye lee ye lee ye gentle knight | |
So loud I hear you lee: diddle | |
There's a knight in your lady's arms | |
And she lees better than thee." diddle | |
Chorus | |
"Ye lee, you lee you bonny bird, | |
But you'll no lee again, | |
For I will tak my bonny bow, | |
An split your head in twain." | |
"But afore ye hae your bow well bent, | |
An a' your arrows yare, diddle | |
I will flee tae another tree, | |
Where I may better fare." diddle | |
Chorus | |
"O whare was ye gotten, and whare was ye clecked? | |
Pray bonny birdy, tell me:" | |
"O it was in the green wood, | |
Intill a holly tree | |
"An a gentleman came riding by, | |
An frae my nest he herryed me, | |
Put me in a silver cage, | |
An ga me to his lady." | |
Chorus | |
"Then wi good white bread an farrow-cow milk | |
He bade her feet me aft | |
An ga her a little wee simmer-dale wanny, | |
To ding me sindle and saft. | |
But wi good white bread an farrow-cow milk | |
I wot she fed me nought, | |
An wi a little wee simmer-dale wanny, | |
She dang me sindle and saft." | |
Chorus | |
Chorus 2: | |
"Time he was away | |
O time he was away | |
For he that's in bed | |
Wi's another man's wife | |
It's time he was away." diddle | |
So the knight he rade, and the birdy flew ... | |
"Lie still, lie still, ye gentle knight, | |
What makes ye toss an turn?" | |
"A birdy sang an it troubles me, | |
An I fear a coming storm." | |
"But is no your hawk upon its perch? | |
Your horse eats oats and hay | |
An ye've a lady in your arms | |
How can ye wish for day?" diddle | |
So he's turned himself at o'er again, | |
To take a little sleep, | |
And when he awoke the lady's lord | |
Was standing at their feet. Crying: | |
"Wow for the day, | |
For he that's in bed wi another's man wife | |
It's time he was away" diddle | |
So then he's taken out his sword | |
An straiked it o'er a strae, | |
An thro an thro the false knight's heart | |
He 's gard cauld iron gae. diddle | |
Chorus | |
Then he's darked the windows up secure | |
With muttle shudders sprang | |
An there was neither sun nor sky | |
But darkness in her room. She cries: | |
"Wow for the day! | |
An gin it for the day! | |
Oh gin it were day, | |
And gin I were away! | |
I can na langer stay." diddle | |
"Wow for the day! | |
An gin it for the day! | |
For there was never a living soul | |
That ever came our way." diddle |
zuo ci : Traditional | |
Traditional | |
O it' s of a knight on a summer' s night | |
Was riding o' er the lee, diddle | |
There he spied a bonny bird | |
Sitting upon a tree. Singing: | |
Chorus 1: | |
" Wow for the day! | |
An gin it for the day! | |
Oh gin it were day, | |
And gin I were away! | |
I ha na lang time to stay." diddle | |
" O make hast, make hast, ye gentle knight, | |
What keeps you here so late? diddle | |
Gin ye kent what' s doing at hame, | |
I fear ye would look blate." diddle | |
Chorus | |
" O why should I toil day and night, | |
My fair body to kill, | |
For ninety knights at my command, | |
An ladys at my will?" | |
" O ye lee ye lee ye gentle knight | |
So loud I hear you lee: diddle | |
There' s a knight in your lady' s arms | |
And she lees better than thee." diddle | |
Chorus | |
" Ye lee, you lee you bonny bird, | |
But you' ll no lee again, | |
For I will tak my bonny bow, | |
An split your head in twain." | |
" But afore ye hae your bow well bent, | |
An a' your arrows yare, diddle | |
I will flee tae another tree, | |
Where I may better fare." diddle | |
Chorus | |
" O whare was ye gotten, and whare was ye clecked? | |
Pray bonny birdy, tell me:" | |
" O it was in the green wood, | |
Intill a holly tree | |
" An a gentleman came riding by, | |
An frae my nest he herryed me, | |
Put me in a silver cage, | |
An ga me to his lady." | |
Chorus | |
" Then wi good white bread an farrowcow milk | |
He bade her feet me aft | |
An ga her a little wee simmerdale wanny, | |
To ding me sindle and saft. | |
But wi good white bread an farrowcow milk | |
I wot she fed me nought, | |
An wi a little wee simmerdale wanny, | |
She dang me sindle and saft." | |
Chorus | |
Chorus 2: | |
" Time he was away | |
O time he was away | |
For he that' s in bed | |
Wi' s another man' s wife | |
It' s time he was away." diddle | |
So the knight he rade, and the birdy flew ... | |
" Lie still, lie still, ye gentle knight, | |
What makes ye toss an turn?" | |
" A birdy sang an it troubles me, | |
An I fear a coming storm." | |
" But is no your hawk upon its perch? | |
Your horse eats oats and hay | |
An ye' ve a lady in your arms | |
How can ye wish for day?" diddle | |
So he' s turned himself at o' er again, | |
To take a little sleep, | |
And when he awoke the lady' s lord | |
Was standing at their feet. Crying: | |
" Wow for the day, | |
For he that' s in bed wi another' s man wife | |
It' s time he was away" diddle | |
So then he' s taken out his sword | |
An straiked it o' er a strae, | |
An thro an thro the false knight' s heart | |
He ' s gard cauld iron gae. diddle | |
Chorus | |
Then he' s darked the windows up secure | |
With muttle shudders sprang | |
An there was neither sun nor sky | |
But darkness in her room. She cries: | |
" Wow for the day! | |
An gin it for the day! | |
Oh gin it were day, | |
And gin I were away! | |
I can na langer stay." diddle | |
" Wow for the day! | |
An gin it for the day! | |
For there was never a living soul | |
That ever came our way." diddle |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
Traditional | |
O it' s of a knight on a summer' s night | |
Was riding o' er the lee, diddle | |
There he spied a bonny bird | |
Sitting upon a tree. Singing: | |
Chorus 1: | |
" Wow for the day! | |
An gin it for the day! | |
Oh gin it were day, | |
And gin I were away! | |
I ha na lang time to stay." diddle | |
" O make hast, make hast, ye gentle knight, | |
What keeps you here so late? diddle | |
Gin ye kent what' s doing at hame, | |
I fear ye would look blate." diddle | |
Chorus | |
" O why should I toil day and night, | |
My fair body to kill, | |
For ninety knights at my command, | |
An ladys at my will?" | |
" O ye lee ye lee ye gentle knight | |
So loud I hear you lee: diddle | |
There' s a knight in your lady' s arms | |
And she lees better than thee." diddle | |
Chorus | |
" Ye lee, you lee you bonny bird, | |
But you' ll no lee again, | |
For I will tak my bonny bow, | |
An split your head in twain." | |
" But afore ye hae your bow well bent, | |
An a' your arrows yare, diddle | |
I will flee tae another tree, | |
Where I may better fare." diddle | |
Chorus | |
" O whare was ye gotten, and whare was ye clecked? | |
Pray bonny birdy, tell me:" | |
" O it was in the green wood, | |
Intill a holly tree | |
" An a gentleman came riding by, | |
An frae my nest he herryed me, | |
Put me in a silver cage, | |
An ga me to his lady." | |
Chorus | |
" Then wi good white bread an farrowcow milk | |
He bade her feet me aft | |
An ga her a little wee simmerdale wanny, | |
To ding me sindle and saft. | |
But wi good white bread an farrowcow milk | |
I wot she fed me nought, | |
An wi a little wee simmerdale wanny, | |
She dang me sindle and saft." | |
Chorus | |
Chorus 2: | |
" Time he was away | |
O time he was away | |
For he that' s in bed | |
Wi' s another man' s wife | |
It' s time he was away." diddle | |
So the knight he rade, and the birdy flew ... | |
" Lie still, lie still, ye gentle knight, | |
What makes ye toss an turn?" | |
" A birdy sang an it troubles me, | |
An I fear a coming storm." | |
" But is no your hawk upon its perch? | |
Your horse eats oats and hay | |
An ye' ve a lady in your arms | |
How can ye wish for day?" diddle | |
So he' s turned himself at o' er again, | |
To take a little sleep, | |
And when he awoke the lady' s lord | |
Was standing at their feet. Crying: | |
" Wow for the day, | |
For he that' s in bed wi another' s man wife | |
It' s time he was away" diddle | |
So then he' s taken out his sword | |
An straiked it o' er a strae, | |
An thro an thro the false knight' s heart | |
He ' s gard cauld iron gae. diddle | |
Chorus | |
Then he' s darked the windows up secure | |
With muttle shudders sprang | |
An there was neither sun nor sky | |
But darkness in her room. She cries: | |
" Wow for the day! | |
An gin it for the day! | |
Oh gin it were day, | |
And gin I were away! | |
I can na langer stay." diddle | |
" Wow for the day! | |
An gin it for the day! | |
For there was never a living soul | |
That ever came our way." diddle |