《Jacke and Jone they think no ill: Jacke and Jone they thinke no ill》歌词

[00:00:00] Written by：Thomas Campion

[00:00:01] Jack and joan they think no ill

[00:00:05] But loving live and merry still

[00:00:09] Do their week days' work and pray

[00:00:13] Devoutly on the holy day

[00:00:17] Skip and trip it on the green

[00:00:21] And help to choose the Summer Queen

[00:00:25] Lash out at a country feast

[00:00:29] Their silver penny with the best

[00:00:35] Well can they judge of nappy ale

[00:00:39] And tell at large a winter tale

[00:00:43] Climb up to the apple loft

[00:00:47] And turn the crabs till they be soft

[00:00:51] Tib is all the father's joy

[00:00:55] And little tom the mother's boy

[00:01:01] All their pleasure is content

[00:01:04] And care to pay their yearly rent

[00:01:10] Joan can call by name her cows

[00:01:14] And deck her window with green boughs

[00:01:19] She can wreaths and tutties make

[00:01:23] And trim with plums a bridal cake

[00:01:28] Jack knows what brings gain or loss

[00:01:32] And his long flail can stoutly toss

[00:01:36] Makes the hedge which others break

[00:01:41] And ever thinks what he doth speak

[00:01:48] Now you courtly dames and knights

[00:01:52] That study only strange delights

[00:01:58] Though you scorn the homespun grey

[00:02:02] And revel in your rich array

[00:02:07] Though your tongues dissemble deep

[00:02:11] And can your heads from danger keep

[00:02:17] Yet for all your pomp and train

[00:02:22] Securer lives the silly swain