《The Murder Of Maria Marten》歌词

[00:00:00] The Murder Of Maria Marten (玛利亚·马滕的谋杀) - Shirley Collins/Albion Country Band

[00:00:22] Written by：Traditional

[00:00:45] If you'll meet me at the Red Barn

[00:00:50] As sure as I have life

[00:00:53] I will take you to Ipswich Town

[00:00:57] And there make you my wife

[00:01:00] He straight went home and fetched his gun

[00:01:05] His pickaxe and his spade

[00:01:08] He went unto the Red Barn

[00:01:12] And there he dug her grave

[00:01:57] Come all you thoughtless young men

[00:02:03] A warning take by me

[00:02:06] To think on my unhappy fate

[00:02:10] To be hanged upon a tree

[00:02:16] My name is William Corder

[00:02:21] To you I do declare

[00:02:24] I courted Maria Marten

[00:02:28] Most beautiful and fair

[00:02:34] I promised I would marry her

[00:02:39] Upon a certain day

[00:02:42] Instead of that I was resolved

[00:02:47] To take her life away

[00:03:10] I went unto her father's house

[00:03:14] The eighteenth day of May

[00:03:17] And said my dear Maria

[00:03:21] We will fix a wedding day

[00:03:24] With her heart so light she thought no harm

[00:03:28] To meet me she did go

[00:03:31] I murdered her all in the barn

[00:03:35] And laid her body low

[00:03:38] After the horrid deed was done

[00:03:42] She laid there in her gore

[00:03:46] Her bleeding mangled body lay

[00:03:49] Beneath the Red Barn floor

[00:04:07] Now all things being silent

[00:04:11] Her spirit could not rest

[00:04:14] She appeared unto her mother

[00:04:18] Who'd suckled her at her breast

[00:04:21] For many a long month or more

[00:04:25] Her mind being sore oppressed

[00:04:28] Neither at night nor yet by day

[00:04:32] Could she take any rest

[00:04:36] Her mother's mind being so disturbed

[00:04:40] She dreamed it three nights o'er

[00:04:43] Her daughter she lay murdered

[00:04:47] Beneath the Red Barn floor

[00:04:50] She sent the father to the Barn

[00:04:55] Where he the ground did thrust

[00:04:58] And there he found his daughter

[00:05:02] Lay mingling with the dust

[00:05:20] My trial was hard I could not stand

[00:05:24] Most woeful was the sight

[00:05:27] When her dear bones was brought to prove

[00:05:31] Which pierced my heart quite

[00:05:34] Her aged father standing by

[00:05:38] Likewise his loving wife

[00:05:41] And in her grief her hair she tore

[00:05:45] She scarcely could keep life

[00:05:57] Adieu adieu my loving friends

[00:06:03] My glass is almost run

[00:06:06] On Monday next will be my last

[00:06:11] When I am to be hung

[00:06:16] So all young men who do pass by

[00:06:21] With pity look on me

[00:06:25] For murdering of that young girl

[00:06:29] I was hung upon a tree