Sir Patrick Spens-Martin Carthy
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TXT Sir Patrick Spens-Martin Carthy 文本歌词
Sir Patrick Spens (帕特里克·斯彭斯先生) - Martin Carthy
Oh the king sits in Dunfermline town
A drinking the blood red wine
Says where will I get me a brave young skipper
Sail this ship of mine
And up and spoke an old old man
Who sat at the king's right knee
He says Patrick Spens is the very best sailor
Who ever did sail on the sea
So the king he has written him a long long letter
Sealed it with his hand
And he sent it along to Patrick Spens
Who was walking down on the sand
And the very first line that Patrick read
So loud so loud laughed he
And the very next line that Patrick read
Down he fell to his knee
Oh who is this who has done this deed
Telling the king on me
For to send us out this time of the year
To sail on the salt salt sea
To Norway to far Norway
To Norway over the foam
It is the king's daughter of far Norway
And we must bring her home
Now they set sail with all good speed
On a Monday in the morn
And they have arrived far over the sea
On a Wednesday in the eve
And they'd not been in far Norway
A week but barely three
When all those lords of far Norway
Began out aloud for to say
Oh you Scots foreigners spend our king's gold
Swallow up our money
Oh weary weary the tongue that lies
See how it lies on thee
Make ready ready my good men all
The little ship sails in the morn
Be it wind be it wet be it hail be it sleet
Be it fair or deadly storm
But up and spoke our own weatherman
I fear we'll all be drowned
For I saw the new moon late last night
The old moon in her arm
And they'd not sailed a league and a league
A league but barely three
When through and through the little ship's side
Spied the green walled sea
Oh where will I get me a brave young boy
Take my helm in hand
While I climb up to the tall topmast
See can I spy land
And he'd not gone a step and a step
A step but barely one
When the whirling winds and the ugly jaws
Came a driving to their shin
Oh fetch me a web of the silken cloth
Another web of the twine
And lay them around our little ship's side
Let not the sea come in
And they got a web of the silken cloth
Another web of the twine
And they laid them around the little ship's side
Still the sea come in
Oh the anchor snapped the topmast cracked
It was a deadly storm
And the whirling winds and the ugly jaws
Came a driving to their chin
And there came a gale from the north north east
So loud so loud it weep
It cried Patrick Spens and all of his men
Are drowning in the deep
And loath loath were the good Scots Lords
To wet their shining shoen
But long and ere this day was done
Their hats were soaking through
And many were the fine feather bed
Flattering over the foam
And many were the good lords' sons
Never never more come home
And long long will the ladies sit
Their gold combs in their hand
Before they see Sir Patrick Spens
Come a sailing to dry land
Oh it's east by north from Sberdour
It's fifty fathom deep
And it's there it lies Patrick Spens
The Scots lords at his feet
