The Wife Of Usher's Well-Bellowhead

歌手 : Bellowhead
专辑 : Broadside
语种 : 英语
时长 : 03:40

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TXT The Wife Of Usher's Well-Bellowhead 文本歌词

The Wife Of Usher's Well (亚瑟的好妻子) - Bellowhead
There lived a wife at usher's well
And a wealthy wife a wife was she
She had three stout and stalwart sons
And she sent them out over the sea
They had not been a week from her
A week a week but barely one
When word it came to the carline wife
That her three sons her sons were gone
They had not been a week from her
A week a week but barely three
When word it came to the carline wife
That her three sons she'd never see
I wish the wind may never cease
Nor fashes nor fashes in the flood
Till my three sons come home to me
In earthly flesh in flesh and blood
It fell about on the martinmas
When nights were long and dark
The carline wife's three sons came home
And their hats were of the bark
It neither grew in syke nor ditch
Nor yet in any wood
But at the gates of paradise
The birch trees where they stood
Blow up the fire my maidens three
Bring water bring water from the well
For all my house we shall feast this night
Since my three sons my sons are well
And she has made for them a bed
She's made it large and she's made it wide
She's took her mantle thereabout
She's down sat down at their bedside
Up then crew the red red cock
Then up and crew the rooster grey
The eldest to the youngest said
Tis time tis time we were away
The cock he had not crowed but once
And clapped his wings his wings and all
When the youngest to the eldest said
Oh brother brother we must away
The cock does crow the day does dawn
The channering worm does chide
And we must be out of our place
A sore pain we must bide
And fare thee well to our mother dear
Farewell to barn and byre
And fare thee well to the bonny lass
That kindles my mother's fire
Farewell to barn and byre
And fare thee well to the bonny lass
That kindles my mother's fire