The Leathern Bottel-Maddy Prior

歌手 : Maddy Prior

专辑 : Hang Up Sorrow And Care

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:51

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The Leathern Bottel - Maddy Prior

Now god above that made all things

Heaven and earth and all therein

The ships upon the swas to swim

To keep foes out they come not in

Now every one doth what he can

All for the use and praise of man

I wish in heaven that soul may dwell

That first devis'd the leathern bottel

Now what say you to the can of wood

Faith they are naught they cannot be good

When a man for beer he doth therein send

To have them fill'd as he doth intend

The bearer stumbleth by the way

And on the ground his liquor doth lay

The straight the man begins to ban

And swear it was long of the wooden can

But had it bin in a leather bottel

Although he stumbled all had been well

So safe therein it would remain

Until the man got up again

I wish in heaven that soul may dwell

That first devis'd the leathern bottel

Now for the pots with handles three

Faith they shall have no praise of me

When a man and his wife do fall at strife

As many I fear have done in their life

They lay their hands upon the pot both

And brake the same though they were loth

Which they shall answer another day

For casting their liquor so vainly away

But had it bin in a bottel fill'd

The one might have tugg'd the other have held

They both might have tugg'd till their hearts did ake'

And yet no harm the bottel would take

I wish in heaven that soul may dwell

That first devis'd the leathern bottel

Now what say you to these glasses fine

Faith they shall have no praise of mine

When friends are at a table set

And by them several sorts of meat

The one loves flesh the other fish

Among them all remove a dish

Touch but the glass upon the brim

The glass is broke no wine left in

Then be your table cloth ne'er so fine

There lyes your beer your ale your wine

And doubtless for so small abuse

A young man may his service lose

I wish in heaven that soul may dwell

That first devis'd the leathern bottel

Now when this bottel is grown old

And that it will no longer hold

Out of the side you may cut a clout

To mend your shoes when worn out

Or hang the other side of a pin

Will serve to put odd trifles in

I wish in heaven his soul may dwell

That first invites the leathern bottel