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Bonny Irish Boy

	作词 : Woods
	Woods
	As I roved out one morning
	All in the blooming spring
	I overheard a damsel
	Most grievously sing -
	Saying cruel were my parents
	Who did me sore annoy
	They would not let me tarry with my bonny Irish boy
	His hair is like the chestnut brown,
	His eyes as black as sloes;
	He is meek in his behaviour
	Wherever that he goes
	He is well-sized, both neat and wise,
	Like a maiden's chastity.
	If I had my will I would be still
	In my love's company.
	If I had all the riches now
	That great men have in store,
	'Tis freely I'd bestow them
	On the man that I adore;
	His beauty so entangled me
	I never can deny.
	In the arms of my labouring boy
	I mean to live and die.

	zuò cí : Woods
	Woods
	As I roved out one morning
	All in the blooming spring
	I overheard a damsel
	Most grievously sing
	Saying cruel were my parents
	Who did me sore annoy
	They would not let me tarry with my bonny Irish boy
	His hair is like the chestnut brown,
	His eyes as black as sloes
	He is meek in his behaviour
	Wherever that he goes
	He is wellsized, both neat and wise,
	Like a maiden' s chastity.
	If I had my will I would be still
	In my love' s company.
	If I had all the riches now
	That great men have in store,
	' Tis freely I' d bestow them
	On the man that I adore
	His beauty so entangled me
	I never can deny.
	In the arms of my labouring boy
	I mean to live and die.