歌曲 | The Outlandish Knight |
歌手 | Kate Rusby |
专辑 | Ghost |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
An outlandish knight came from the north lands | |
He courted a lady fair | |
He said he would take her to those northern lands | |
And there he would marry her | |
Go fetch some of your fathers gold | |
And some of your mothers fee | |
And two of the horses from out of the stables | |
Where there stands thirty and three | |
She’s mounted on the lilly white steed | |
And he the dapple gray | |
They’ve rode til they come unto the sea side | |
Three hours before it was day | |
Lights off Lights off, your lily white steed | |
Deliver it unto me | |
Six pretty maidens have I drowned here | |
And the seventh will surely be thee | |
Take off take off | |
Your silken gowns | |
Deliver them unto me | |
For I do feel that they are too fine | |
To rot in the sun salt sea. | |
If I take off my silken gowns | |
And turn your back on me | |
For it is not fitting that such a cruel world | |
A naked woman should see | |
And cut away the brambles so sharp | |
The brambles from of the brim | |
For I do feel that they’ll tangle my hair | |
And scratch my tender skin | |
So he’s turned his back all on the fair maid | |
And leant down over the brim | |
She’s taken him by his slander waist | |
and tumbled him into the stream | |
Lie there, lie there, you false-hearted man, | |
Lie there instead of me, | |
For six pretty maidens have you drowned here | |
The seventh hath drown-ed thee. |
An outlandish knight came from the north lands | |
He courted a lady fair | |
He said he would take her to those northern lands | |
And there he would marry her | |
Go fetch some of your fathers gold | |
And some of your mothers fee | |
And two of the horses from out of the stables | |
Where there stands thirty and three | |
She' s mounted on the lilly white steed | |
And he the dapple gray | |
They' ve rode til they come unto the sea side | |
Three hours before it was day | |
Lights off Lights off, your lily white steed | |
Deliver it unto me | |
Six pretty maidens have I drowned here | |
And the seventh will surely be thee | |
Take off take off | |
Your silken gowns | |
Deliver them unto me | |
For I do feel that they are too fine | |
To rot in the sun salt sea. | |
If I take off my silken gowns | |
And turn your back on me | |
For it is not fitting that such a cruel world | |
A naked woman should see | |
And cut away the brambles so sharp | |
The brambles from of the brim | |
For I do feel that they' ll tangle my hair | |
And scratch my tender skin | |
So he' s turned his back all on the fair maid | |
And leant down over the brim | |
She' s taken him by his slander waist | |
and tumbled him into the stream | |
Lie there, lie there, you falsehearted man, | |
Lie there instead of me, | |
For six pretty maidens have you drowned here | |
The seventh hath drowned thee. |
An outlandish knight came from the north lands | |
He courted a lady fair | |
He said he would take her to those northern lands | |
And there he would marry her | |
Go fetch some of your fathers gold | |
And some of your mothers fee | |
And two of the horses from out of the stables | |
Where there stands thirty and three | |
She' s mounted on the lilly white steed | |
And he the dapple gray | |
They' ve rode til they come unto the sea side | |
Three hours before it was day | |
Lights off Lights off, your lily white steed | |
Deliver it unto me | |
Six pretty maidens have I drowned here | |
And the seventh will surely be thee | |
Take off take off | |
Your silken gowns | |
Deliver them unto me | |
For I do feel that they are too fine | |
To rot in the sun salt sea. | |
If I take off my silken gowns | |
And turn your back on me | |
For it is not fitting that such a cruel world | |
A naked woman should see | |
And cut away the brambles so sharp | |
The brambles from of the brim | |
For I do feel that they' ll tangle my hair | |
And scratch my tender skin | |
So he' s turned his back all on the fair maid | |
And leant down over the brim | |
She' s taken him by his slander waist | |
and tumbled him into the stream | |
Lie there, lie there, you falsehearted man, | |
Lie there instead of me, | |
For six pretty maidens have you drowned here | |
The seventh hath drowned thee. |