Lord Thomas & Fair Eleanor-Peter Bellamy

歌手 : Peter Bellamy

专辑 : Mr Bellamy, Mr Kipling & The Tradition

语种 : 英语

时长 : 05:30

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TXT Lord Thomas & Fair Eleanor-Peter Bellamy 文本歌词

Lord Thomas & Fair Eleanor - Peter Bellamy

Lord Thomas he was a bold forester

And the keeper of our lord's deer

Fair Eleanor she was a lady gay

Lord Thomas he loved her so dear

So come riddle to me dear mother he said

Come riddle it all as one

Whether I should marry with Fair Eleanor

Or bring the brown girl home

Well the brown girl she has riches and land

Fair Eleanor she has none

And so I charge you do my bidding

And bring the brown girl home

So he's rode till he's come to Fair Eleanor's bower

Loudly the bell did ring

There was none so ready as Fair Eleanor herself

For to rise and bid him in

To rise and bid him in

And what news what news Lord Thomas she said

What news have you brought to me

I have come to invite you to my wedding

And that's sad news for thee

Come riddle to me dear mother she said

Come riddle it all as one

Whether I should go to Lord Thomas's wedding

Or bide with thee at home

Well many are your friends she said

But thousands are your foes

And so I charge you do my bidding

And bide with me at home

But she has dressed herself in the shining white

Her merry men all in green

And every town that they rode through

They took her to be some Queen

And she has rode till she's come to Lord Thomas's hall

Loudly the bell she did ring

There was none so ready as Lord Thomas himself

For to rise and bid her in

To rise and bid her in

And he's taken her by the lily-white hand

He's led her through the hall

He sat her down at his right side

Above the ladies all

Now the brown girl she had a little pen knife

It was ground both keen and sharp

And between the long ribs and the small

She's pierced Fair Eleanor's heart

What ails you lady Lord Thomas said

For you look most wondrous wan

And you used to have the fairest colour

That ever the sun shone on

Oh are you blind Lord Thomas she said

So blind that you cannot see

For I fear I fear my own heart's blood

Run trickling to my knee

With his sword he cut off the brown girl's head

And he dashed it against the wall

Then he set the hilt upon the ground

And upon the point he did fall

Now come dig my grave Lord Thomas said

Dig it long wide and deep

And place Fair Eleanor in my arms

And the brown girl at my feet