Sir Patrick Spens(Child 58)-Anaïs Mitchell/Jefferson Hamer
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TXT Sir Patrick Spens(Child 58)-Anaïs Mitchell/Jefferson Hamer 文本歌词
Sir Patrick Spens(Child 58) - Anaïs Mitchell/Jefferson Hamer
The king sits in dumfermline town
Drinking the blood red wine
Where can I get a good captain
To sail this ship of mine
Then up and spoke a sailor boy
Sitting at the king's right knee
Sir Patrick Spens is the best captain
That ever sailed to sea
The king he wrote a broad letter
And he sealed it with his hand
And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens
Walking out on the strand
To norroway to norroway
To norway o'er the foam
With all my lords in finery
To bring my new bride home
The first line that Sir Patrick read
He gave a weary sigh
The next line that Sir Patrick read
The salt tear blinds his eye
Oh who was it
Oh who was it
Who told the king of me
To set us out this time of year
To sail across the sea
But rest you well my good men all
Our ship must sail the morn
With four and twenty noble lords
Dressed up in silk so fine
And four and twenty feather beds
To lay their heads upon
Away away we'll all away
To bring the king's bride home
I fear I fear my captain dear
I fear we'll come to harm
Last night I saw the new moon clear
The old moon in her arm
Oh be it fair or be it foul
Or be it deadly storm
Or blow the wind where e'er it will
Our ship must sail the morn
They hadn't sailed a day a day
A day but only one
When loud and boisterous blew the wind
And made the good ship moan
They hadn't sailed a day a day
A day but only three
When oh the waves came o'er the sides
And rolled around their knees
They hadn't sailed a league a league
A league but only five
When the anchor broke and the sails were torn
And the ship began to rive
They hadn't sailed a league a league
A league but only nine
When oh the waves came o'er the sides
Driving to their chins
Who will climb the topmast high
While I take helm in hand
Who will climb the topmast high
To see if there be dry land
No shore no shore my captain dear
I haven't seen dry land
But I have seen a lady fair
With a comb and a glass in her hand
Come down come down you sailor boy
I think you tarry long
The salt sea's in at my coat neck
And out at my left arm
Come down come down you sailor boy
It's here that we must die
The ship is torn at every side
And now the sea comes in
Loathe loathe were those noble lords
To wet their high heeled shoes
But long before the day was o'er
Their hats they swam above
And many there were the feather beds
That fluttered on the foam
And many were those noble lords
That never did come home
It's fifty miles from shore to shore
And fifty fathoms deep
And there lies good Sir Patrick Spens
The lords all at his feet
Long long may his lady look
With a lantern in her hand
Before she sees her Patrick Spens
Come sailing home again
Sir Patrick Spens(Child 58)-Anaïs Mitchell/Jefferson Hamer 推荐歌曲
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（2013-04-16）