歌曲 | Barbara Allen |
歌手 | Colin Meloy |
专辑 | PDX Pop Now! 2006 |
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‘Twas round and about last Mai in the (side?) | |
When the green leaves were swellin’ | |
That Young Jimmy Grove of the West Country | |
fell in llove with Barbrie Allen | |
He sent his men into the town | |
to the place where she was dwellin’ | |
Oh will ye come to my master, dear | |
If ye name be Barbrie Allen | |
Then slowly, slowly got she up | |
And slowly came she nigh him; | |
And all she said when e'er she came, | |
“Young man I think you’re dyin’.” | |
Oh, yes I’m sick, I’m very sick | |
Indeed I think I'm dyin' | |
But a word from you will revive me again | |
Oh lovely Barbrie Allen | |
"Do you recall, young man," she said, | |
"When the red wine you were spillin'? | |
How you made the ladies' health(?) go 'round | |
And you slighted Barbrie Allen?" | |
And death was printed on his face | |
and all his heart(?) was stealin' | |
and he cried when she left his side, | |
"Hard-hearted Barbrie Allen!" | |
She was going over the field | |
she heard the death bell tollin' | |
and every sound the death bell gave--- | |
"Hard-hearted Barbrie Allen!" | |
Oh mother, mother make me a bed | |
Oh make it soft and narrow | |
since Jimmy died for me today | |
I'll die for him tomorrow. |
' Twas round and about last Mai in the side? | |
When the green leaves were swellin' | |
That Young Jimmy Grove of the West Country | |
fell in llove with Barbrie Allen | |
He sent his men into the town | |
to the place where she was dwellin' | |
Oh will ye come to my master, dear | |
If ye name be Barbrie Allen | |
Then slowly, slowly got she up | |
And slowly came she nigh him | |
And all she said when e' er she came, | |
" Young man I think you' re dyin'." | |
Oh, yes I' m sick, I' m very sick | |
Indeed I think I' m dyin' | |
But a word from you will revive me again | |
Oh lovely Barbrie Allen | |
" Do you recall, young man," she said, | |
" When the red wine you were spillin'? | |
How you made the ladies' health? go ' round | |
And you slighted Barbrie Allen?" | |
And death was printed on his face | |
and all his heart? was stealin' | |
and he cried when she left his side, | |
" Hardhearted Barbrie Allen!" | |
She was going over the field | |
she heard the death bell tollin' | |
and every sound the death bell gave | |
" Hardhearted Barbrie Allen!" | |
Oh mother, mother make me a bed | |
Oh make it soft and narrow | |
since Jimmy died for me today | |
I' ll die for him tomorrow. |
' Twas round and about last Mai in the side? | |
When the green leaves were swellin' | |
That Young Jimmy Grove of the West Country | |
fell in llove with Barbrie Allen | |
He sent his men into the town | |
to the place where she was dwellin' | |
Oh will ye come to my master, dear | |
If ye name be Barbrie Allen | |
Then slowly, slowly got she up | |
And slowly came she nigh him | |
And all she said when e' er she came, | |
" Young man I think you' re dyin'." | |
Oh, yes I' m sick, I' m very sick | |
Indeed I think I' m dyin' | |
But a word from you will revive me again | |
Oh lovely Barbrie Allen | |
" Do you recall, young man," she said, | |
" When the red wine you were spillin'? | |
How you made the ladies' health? go ' round | |
And you slighted Barbrie Allen?" | |
And death was printed on his face | |
and all his heart? was stealin' | |
and he cried when she left his side, | |
" Hardhearted Barbrie Allen!" | |
She was going over the field | |
she heard the death bell tollin' | |
and every sound the death bell gave | |
" Hardhearted Barbrie Allen!" | |
Oh mother, mother make me a bed | |
Oh make it soft and narrow | |
since Jimmy died for me today | |
I' ll die for him tomorrow. |