Bitter Withy-John Tams

歌手 : John Tams

专辑 : An Introduction to John Tams

语种 : 英语

时长 : 06:45

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TXT Bitter Withy-John Tams 文本歌词

Bitter Withy - John Tams

As it fell out one high holiday

Small hail from the heaven did fall

Our saviour asked his mother mary mild

If he might go and play at the ball

At the ball at the ball my own dear son

It's time that you were gone

Don't let me hear of any misdoings

At night when you come home

Then it's up the hill and down the hill

Our sweet young saviours's run

There he spied three rich lords sons

Playing in the sun

Good morn good morn good morn said they

Good morning all said he

Now which of you three rich lords sons

Is going to play at the ball with me

But we're all lords' and ladies' sons

Born in our bower and hall

And you aren't nothing but a poor maid's child

Born in an ox's stall

But if you're all lords' and ladies' sons

All born in your bower and hall

I'll make you believe in your lattery end

I'm an angel above you all

So he built him a bridge from the beams of the sun

And over the river ran he

And these rich lords sons followed after him

Drowned they were all three

Then it's up the hill and down the hill

These rich lord's mother run

Crying mary mild fetch home you child

For ours he has drown'd each one

And so mary mild fetched home her child

And she put him all across of her knee

And it's with a handful of green withy twigs

She's gave him lashes three

Oh the bitter withy the bitter withy

Thou causest me to smart

And the withy shall be the very first tree

To perish at the heart