歌曲 | Join Our Lusty Chorus |
歌手 | Alasdair Roberts |
专辑 | Farewell Sorrow |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Roberts | |
Sportsmen, arouse! The morning is clear. | |
The larks are singing all in the air. | |
Thy soaring and sweet refrain | |
Rings out to fill the air before us. | |
Bring me the fine ale, and the cider and the wine. | |
Link arms and join our lusty chorus. | |
Oh Gamekeeper Roberts, please spare me my life, | |
Though I bagged a brace of fine hair in your forest. | |
For I'm pledged to a girl who will soon be my wife. | |
Link arms and join our lusty chorus. | |
And I knew when I first saw her | |
I would marry her, oh. | |
For I sowed the seeds of love | |
Upon a May morning. | |
And I knew when I first saw her | |
I would marry her, oh. | |
For I sowed the seeds of love | |
Upon a May morning. | |
Go tell your sweet lover, | |
The hounds are out. | |
Go tell your sweet lover, | |
The hounds are out. | |
Go tell your sweet lover, | |
The hounds are out. | |
Go tell your sweet lover, | |
The hounds are out. | |
Oh Thomas and Bartleby, Gareth and John, | |
Ryan and Warren, and Hector and Horace, | |
Come follow, come follow, the musical horns. | |
Link arms and join our lusty chorus. |
zuo qu : Roberts | |
Sportsmen, arouse! The morning is clear. | |
The larks are singing all in the air. | |
Thy soaring and sweet refrain | |
Rings out to fill the air before us. | |
Bring me the fine ale, and the cider and the wine. | |
Link arms and join our lusty chorus. | |
Oh Gamekeeper Roberts, please spare me my life, | |
Though I bagged a brace of fine hair in your forest. | |
For I' m pledged to a girl who will soon be my wife. | |
Link arms and join our lusty chorus. | |
And I knew when I first saw her | |
I would marry her, oh. | |
For I sowed the seeds of love | |
Upon a May morning. | |
And I knew when I first saw her | |
I would marry her, oh. | |
For I sowed the seeds of love | |
Upon a May morning. | |
Go tell your sweet lover, | |
The hounds are out. | |
Go tell your sweet lover, | |
The hounds are out. | |
Go tell your sweet lover, | |
The hounds are out. | |
Go tell your sweet lover, | |
The hounds are out. | |
Oh Thomas and Bartleby, Gareth and John, | |
Ryan and Warren, and Hector and Horace, | |
Come follow, come follow, the musical horns. | |
Link arms and join our lusty chorus. |
zuò qǔ : Roberts | |
Sportsmen, arouse! The morning is clear. | |
The larks are singing all in the air. | |
Thy soaring and sweet refrain | |
Rings out to fill the air before us. | |
Bring me the fine ale, and the cider and the wine. | |
Link arms and join our lusty chorus. | |
Oh Gamekeeper Roberts, please spare me my life, | |
Though I bagged a brace of fine hair in your forest. | |
For I' m pledged to a girl who will soon be my wife. | |
Link arms and join our lusty chorus. | |
And I knew when I first saw her | |
I would marry her, oh. | |
For I sowed the seeds of love | |
Upon a May morning. | |
And I knew when I first saw her | |
I would marry her, oh. | |
For I sowed the seeds of love | |
Upon a May morning. | |
Go tell your sweet lover, | |
The hounds are out. | |
Go tell your sweet lover, | |
The hounds are out. | |
Go tell your sweet lover, | |
The hounds are out. | |
Go tell your sweet lover, | |
The hounds are out. | |
Oh Thomas and Bartleby, Gareth and John, | |
Ryan and Warren, and Hector and Horace, | |
Come follow, come follow, the musical horns. | |
Link arms and join our lusty chorus. |