Bitter Withy-Maddy Prior

歌手 : Maddy Prior

专辑 : The Quest

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:14

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TXT Bitter Withy-Maddy Prior 文本歌词

Bitter Withy - Maddy Prior

As I fell out on a bright holiday

Small hail from the sky did fall

Our saviour asked his mother dear

If he might go and play at ball

At ball at ball my own dear son

It's time that you were gone

And don't let me hear any mischief

At night when you come home

So it's up the hill and down the hill

Our sweet young saviour run

Until he met three rich young lords

Good morning to each one

Good morn good morn good morn

Said they good morning then said he

And which one of you three rich young lords

Will play at the ball with me

Ah we're all lords and ladies sons

Born in a bower and hall

And you are nought but a poor maid's child

Born in an ox's stall

If I am nought but a poor maid's child

Born in a ox's stall

I'll make you believe at your latter end

I'm an angel above you all

So he made a bridge of beams of the sun

And over the river ran he

And after him ran these rich young lords

And drowned they all three

Then it's up the hill and it's down the hill

Three rich young mothers run

Crying mary mild fetch home her child

For ours he's drowned each one

So mary mild fetched home her child

And laid him across her knee

And with a handful of withy twigs

She gave him lashes three

Ah bitter withy ah bitter withy

That causes me to smart

And the withy shall be very first tree

To perish at the heart