The TWA Brithers 歌词
| 歌曲 | The TWA Brithers |
| 歌手 | Silly Wizard |
| 专辑 | Caledonia's Hardy Sons |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Traditional | |
| Two pretty boys were goin' tae the school | |
| And one evening coming home | |
| Says William to John, Can you throw a stone | |
| Or can you play at a ball, a ball, or can you play at a ball | |
| Says John to William, I canna' throw a stone | |
| Little can I play at a ball | |
| But if you'll go down to a merry green woods | |
| I'll try you a wrestlin' fall, a fall, I'll try you a wrestlin' | |
| fall | |
| So they went down tae a merry green woods | |
| Beneath the spreadin' bough | |
| The little penknife fell out of William's coat | |
| And gave John his deadly wound, wound, and gave John his deadly | |
| wound | |
| Ah, now you'll take off your white Holland shirt | |
| And teer it frae gore tae gore | |
| And you will bind my deadly wounds | |
| That they might bleed no more, no more, that they might bleed no | |
| more | |
| So he's ta'en off his white Holland shirt | |
| And he's torn it frae gore tae gore | |
| And though he's bound his deadly wounds | |
| Ah, they bled ten times more, more, they bled ten times more | |
| Ah but what shall I tell to your father dear | |
| This night when I go home | |
| Tell him I'm away to a London school | |
| And a good scholar I'll come home, home, a good scholar I'll come | |
| home | |
| Ah but what shall I tell to your sister dear | |
| This night when I go home | |
| Tell her I'm away to a London school | |
| And the good books I'll bring home, home, the good books I'll bring | |
| home | |
| Ah but what shall I tell to your sweetheart dear | |
| This night when I go home | |
| Tell her I'm dead and in the grave laid | |
| And the grass is growin' green, green, the grass is growin' green | |
| Ah but what shall I tell to your stepmother dear | |
| This night when I go home | |
| Tell her I'm dead and in the grave laid | |
| For she prayed I might never come home, home, she prayed I might | |
| never come home |
| zuo ci : Traditional | |
| Two pretty boys were goin' tae the school | |
| And one evening coming home | |
| Says William to John, Can you throw a stone | |
| Or can you play at a ball, a ball, or can you play at a ball | |
| Says John to William, I canna' throw a stone | |
| Little can I play at a ball | |
| But if you' ll go down to a merry green woods | |
| I' ll try you a wrestlin' fall, a fall, I' ll try you a wrestlin' | |
| fall | |
| So they went down tae a merry green woods | |
| Beneath the spreadin' bough | |
| The little penknife fell out of William' s coat | |
| And gave John his deadly wound, wound, and gave John his deadly | |
| wound | |
| Ah, now you' ll take off your white Holland shirt | |
| And teer it frae gore tae gore | |
| And you will bind my deadly wounds | |
| That they might bleed no more, no more, that they might bleed no | |
| more | |
| So he' s ta' en off his white Holland shirt | |
| And he' s torn it frae gore tae gore | |
| And though he' s bound his deadly wounds | |
| Ah, they bled ten times more, more, they bled ten times more | |
| Ah but what shall I tell to your father dear | |
| This night when I go home | |
| Tell him I' m away to a London school | |
| And a good scholar I' ll come home, home, a good scholar I' ll come | |
| home | |
| Ah but what shall I tell to your sister dear | |
| This night when I go home | |
| Tell her I' m away to a London school | |
| And the good books I' ll bring home, home, the good books I' ll bring | |
| home | |
| Ah but what shall I tell to your sweetheart dear | |
| This night when I go home | |
| Tell her I' m dead and in the grave laid | |
| And the grass is growin' green, green, the grass is growin' green | |
| Ah but what shall I tell to your stepmother dear | |
| This night when I go home | |
| Tell her I' m dead and in the grave laid | |
| For she prayed I might never come home, home, she prayed I might | |
| never come home |
| zuò cí : Traditional | |
| Two pretty boys were goin' tae the school | |
| And one evening coming home | |
| Says William to John, Can you throw a stone | |
| Or can you play at a ball, a ball, or can you play at a ball | |
| Says John to William, I canna' throw a stone | |
| Little can I play at a ball | |
| But if you' ll go down to a merry green woods | |
| I' ll try you a wrestlin' fall, a fall, I' ll try you a wrestlin' | |
| fall | |
| So they went down tae a merry green woods | |
| Beneath the spreadin' bough | |
| The little penknife fell out of William' s coat | |
| And gave John his deadly wound, wound, and gave John his deadly | |
| wound | |
| Ah, now you' ll take off your white Holland shirt | |
| And teer it frae gore tae gore | |
| And you will bind my deadly wounds | |
| That they might bleed no more, no more, that they might bleed no | |
| more | |
| So he' s ta' en off his white Holland shirt | |
| And he' s torn it frae gore tae gore | |
| And though he' s bound his deadly wounds | |
| Ah, they bled ten times more, more, they bled ten times more | |
| Ah but what shall I tell to your father dear | |
| This night when I go home | |
| Tell him I' m away to a London school | |
| And a good scholar I' ll come home, home, a good scholar I' ll come | |
| home | |
| Ah but what shall I tell to your sister dear | |
| This night when I go home | |
| Tell her I' m away to a London school | |
| And the good books I' ll bring home, home, the good books I' ll bring | |
| home | |
| Ah but what shall I tell to your sweetheart dear | |
| This night when I go home | |
| Tell her I' m dead and in the grave laid | |
| And the grass is growin' green, green, the grass is growin' green | |
| Ah but what shall I tell to your stepmother dear | |
| This night when I go home | |
| Tell her I' m dead and in the grave laid | |
| For she prayed I might never come home, home, she prayed I might | |
| never come home |
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