The Coiner-Peter Bellamy

歌手 : Peter Bellamy

专辑 : Mr Bellamy, Mr Kipling & The Tradition

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:08

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The Coiner - Peter Bellamy

Against the Bermudas we foundered whereby

This Master that swabber young bosun and I

Our pinnace and crew being drowned in the main

Must beg for our bread through old England again

For a bite and a sup and a bed of clean straw

We'll tell you such marvels man never saw

On a Magical Island which none did spy

Save this Master that swabber young bosun and I

Seven months among Mermaids and Devils and Sprites

And voices that howl in the cedars of nights

With further enchantments we underwent there

Good Sirs it is a tale to draw guts from a bear

Twixt Dover and Southwark it paid us our way

Where we found some poor players were labouring a play;

And willing to search what such business might be

We entered the yard both to hear and to see

For a bite and a sup and a bed of clean straw

We'll tell you such marvels man never saw

On a Magical Island which none did spy

Save this Master that swabber young bosun and I

One hailed us for seamen and courteously

Did guide us apart to a tavern nearby

Where we told him our tale as to many of late

And he gave us good cheer

So we gave him good weight

For mulled sack and strong waters on bellies well lined

With beef and black pudding do strengthen the mind;

And seeing him greedy for marvels at last

From plain salted truth to flat laying we passed

For a bite and a sup and a bed of clean straw

We'll tell you such marvels man never saw

On a Magical Island which none did spy

Save this Master that swabber young bosun and I

But he when on midnight our reckoning he paid

He says Never match coins with a Coiner by trade

Or he'll turn your lead pieces to metal as rare

As shall fill him this globe

And leave something to spare

So we slept where they laid us

When we awoke

It was a crown or five shillings in every man's poke

We bit them and rang them

And finding them good

We drank to that Coiner as honest men should

For a bite and a sup and a bed of clean straw

We'll tell you such marvels man never saw

On a Magical Island which none did spy

Save this Master that Swabber young bosun and I