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The Old Men of the Shells

	作曲 : Roberts
	As I roved out one Shrovetide Eve
	Among the bramble and the cloudberry
	It's then I heard a melody
	A-blowing over the Northern Sea:
	The song of the old men of the shells
	The old men of the shells, my boys
	The old men of the shells
	I left the ones who love me well
	To find my home in the ocean swells
	And follow the old men of the shells
	I made my bed so shallow
	Among the marigold and marshmallow
	It's then I heard the old men say
	"Why deny the sea her prey?
	Come follow the old men of the shells"
	So deeper, deeper I made my home
	Among the samphire, among the ocean foam
	The curlew call my curfew bell
	Leads me to my bed of pearls
	To lie with the old men of the shells
	And though the words they sang were few
	They had the ring of something true
	I listened long and began to sing
	They way the unfledged bird takes the wing
	I sang with the old men of the shells
	I cast around to find my tune
	Thinking to sing the song all alone
	But wise words on a foolish tongue
	Howsoever sweet they be sung
	They jangle like the brassy bells of hell
	They'll never please the old men of the shells
	The old men of the shells, my boys
	The old men of the shells
	I left the ones who love me well
	To find my home in the ocean swell
	And follow the old men of the shells

	zuò qǔ : Roberts
	As I roved out one Shrovetide Eve
	Among the bramble and the cloudberry
	It' s then I heard a melody
	Ablowing over the Northern Sea:
	The song of the old men of the shells
	The old men of the shells, my boys
	The old men of the shells
	I left the ones who love me well
	To find my home in the ocean swells
	And follow the old men of the shells
	I made my bed so shallow
	Among the marigold and marshmallow
	It' s then I heard the old men say
	" Why deny the sea her prey?
	Come follow the old men of the shells"
	So deeper, deeper I made my home
	Among the samphire, among the ocean foam
	The curlew call my curfew bell
	Leads me to my bed of pearls
	To lie with the old men of the shells
	And though the words they sang were few
	They had the ring of something true
	I listened long and began to sing
	They way the unfledged bird takes the wing
	I sang with the old men of the shells
	I cast around to find my tune
	Thinking to sing the song all alone
	But wise words on a foolish tongue
	Howsoever sweet they be sung
	They jangle like the brassy bells of hell
	They' ll never please the old men of the shells
	The old men of the shells, my boys
	The old men of the shells
	I left the ones who love me well
	To find my home in the ocean swell
	And follow the old men of the shells