歌曲 | Tae the Weaver's Gin Ye Go |
歌手 | Andy M. Stewart |
专辑 | At It Again |
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作词 : Burns | |
My heart was ance as blythe and free | |
As simmer days were lang, | |
But a bonnie westlin weaver lad | |
Has gart me change my sang. | |
Chorus: Tae the weaver's gin ye go fair maid, | |
Tae the weaver's gin ye go, | |
I rede ye richt, gang ne'er at nicht, | |
Tae the weaver's gin ye go. | |
My mither sent me tae the toon | |
Tae warp a plaiden wab; | |
But the weary weary warpin o't | |
Has gart me sigh and sab. | |
Chorus A bonnie westlin weaver lad | |
Sat workin at his loom | |
He took my heart as wi a net | |
In every knot and thrum. | |
Chorus I sat beside my warpin-wheel | |
And ay I ca'd it roun' | |
But every shot and every knock my heart it gae a stoun. | |
Chorus The moon was sinkin in the west | |
Wi' visage pale and wan, | |
As my bonnie westlin weaver lad | |
Convoy'd me thro' the glen. | |
Chorus But what was said or what was done | |
Shame fa' me gin | |
I tell But | |
Oh, I fear the kintra soon | |
Will ken as weel's mysel. | |
Chorus |
zuo ci : Burns | |
My heart was ance as blythe and free | |
As simmer days were lang, | |
But a bonnie westlin weaver lad | |
Has gart me change my sang. | |
Chorus: Tae the weaver' s gin ye go fair maid, | |
Tae the weaver' s gin ye go, | |
I rede ye richt, gang ne' er at nicht, | |
Tae the weaver' s gin ye go. | |
My mither sent me tae the toon | |
Tae warp a plaiden wab | |
But the weary weary warpin o' t | |
Has gart me sigh and sab. | |
Chorus A bonnie westlin weaver lad | |
Sat workin at his loom | |
He took my heart as wi a net | |
In every knot and thrum. | |
Chorus I sat beside my warpinwheel | |
And ay I ca' d it roun' | |
But every shot and every knock my heart it gae a stoun. | |
Chorus The moon was sinkin in the west | |
Wi' visage pale and wan, | |
As my bonnie westlin weaver lad | |
Convoy' d me thro' the glen. | |
Chorus But what was said or what was done | |
Shame fa' me gin | |
I tell But | |
Oh, I fear the kintra soon | |
Will ken as weel' s mysel. | |
Chorus |
zuò cí : Burns | |
My heart was ance as blythe and free | |
As simmer days were lang, | |
But a bonnie westlin weaver lad | |
Has gart me change my sang. | |
Chorus: Tae the weaver' s gin ye go fair maid, | |
Tae the weaver' s gin ye go, | |
I rede ye richt, gang ne' er at nicht, | |
Tae the weaver' s gin ye go. | |
My mither sent me tae the toon | |
Tae warp a plaiden wab | |
But the weary weary warpin o' t | |
Has gart me sigh and sab. | |
Chorus A bonnie westlin weaver lad | |
Sat workin at his loom | |
He took my heart as wi a net | |
In every knot and thrum. | |
Chorus I sat beside my warpinwheel | |
And ay I ca' d it roun' | |
But every shot and every knock my heart it gae a stoun. | |
Chorus The moon was sinkin in the west | |
Wi' visage pale and wan, | |
As my bonnie westlin weaver lad | |
Convoy' d me thro' the glen. | |
Chorus But what was said or what was done | |
Shame fa' me gin | |
I tell But | |
Oh, I fear the kintra soon | |
Will ken as weel' s mysel. | |
Chorus |