歌曲 | Corbies |
歌手 | Steeleye Span |
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作曲 : Steeleye Span/Traditional | |
Traditional | |
As I was walking all alane | |
I heard Twa Corbies making a main | |
And tane untae the tither did say O | |
Where sall we gang and dine the day | |
In behint yon auld fell dyke | |
I wat there lies a new slain knight | |
And naebody kens that he lies there O | |
But his hawk and hound and his lady fair | |
His hound is tae the hunting gane | |
His hawk tae fetch a wild fowl hame | |
His lady's taen another mate O | |
So we maun make our dinner sweet | |
Ye'll sit on his white hause bane | |
And I'll pike out his bonny blue een | |
Wi' many a lock of his gowden hair O | |
We'll theek our nest when it grows bare | |
Many a one for him makes mane | |
But nane shall ken where he is gane | |
O'er his white bones when they are bare O | |
The wind shall blow forever mare | |
The wind sall blow forever mair |
zuo qu : Steeleye Span Traditional | |
Traditional | |
As I was walking all alane | |
I heard Twa Corbies making a main | |
And tane untae the tither did say O | |
Where sall we gang and dine the day | |
In behint yon auld fell dyke | |
I wat there lies a new slain knight | |
And naebody kens that he lies there O | |
But his hawk and hound and his lady fair | |
His hound is tae the hunting gane | |
His hawk tae fetch a wild fowl hame | |
His lady' s taen another mate O | |
So we maun make our dinner sweet | |
Ye' ll sit on his white hause bane | |
And I' ll pike out his bonny blue een | |
Wi' many a lock of his gowden hair O | |
We' ll theek our nest when it grows bare | |
Many a one for him makes mane | |
But nane shall ken where he is gane | |
O' er his white bones when they are bare O | |
The wind shall blow forever mare | |
The wind sall blow forever mair |
zuò qǔ : Steeleye Span Traditional | |
Traditional | |
As I was walking all alane | |
I heard Twa Corbies making a main | |
And tane untae the tither did say O | |
Where sall we gang and dine the day | |
In behint yon auld fell dyke | |
I wat there lies a new slain knight | |
And naebody kens that he lies there O | |
But his hawk and hound and his lady fair | |
His hound is tae the hunting gane | |
His hawk tae fetch a wild fowl hame | |
His lady' s taen another mate O | |
So we maun make our dinner sweet | |
Ye' ll sit on his white hause bane | |
And I' ll pike out his bonny blue een | |
Wi' many a lock of his gowden hair O | |
We' ll theek our nest when it grows bare | |
Many a one for him makes mane | |
But nane shall ken where he is gane | |
O' er his white bones when they are bare O | |
The wind shall blow forever mare | |
The wind sall blow forever mair |