《The Bonny Bunch Of Roses》歌词

[00:12:30] The Bonny Bunch Of Roses - Fairport Convention

[00:12:30] Near by the swelling ocean,

[00:12:30] One morning in the month of June,

[00:12:30] While feather'd warbling songsters

[00:12:30] Their charming notes did sweetly tune,

[00:12:30] I overheard a lady

[00:12:30] Lamenting in sad grief and woe,

[00:12:30] And talking with young Bonaparte

[00:12:30] Concerning the bonny Bunch of Roses, O.

[00:12:30] Thus spake the young Napoleon,

[00:12:30] And grasp'd his mother by the hand:-

[00:12:30] "Oh, mother dear have patience,

[00:12:30] Till I am able to command

[00:12:30] I'll raise a numerous army,

[00:12:30] And through tremendous dangers go,

[00:12:30] And in spite of all the universe,

[00:12:30] I'll gain the bonny Bunch of Roses, O."

[00:12:30] Oh, son, speak not so venturesome

[00:12:30] For England is the heart of oak

[00:12:30] Of England, Scotland, and Ireland,

[00:12:30] The unity can ne'er be broke.

[00:12:30] And think you on your father

[00:12:30] In the Island where he now lies low,

[00:12:30] He is not yet interred in France,

[00:12:30] So beware of the bonny Bunch of Roses, O.

[00:12:30] Your father raised great armies,

[00:12:30] And likewise kings did join the throng,

[00:12:30] He was so well provided.

[00:12:30] Enough to sweep the world along.

[00:12:30] But when he went to Moscow,

[00:12:30] He was o'erpower'd by drifting snow,

[00:12:30] And though Moscow was blazing

[00:12:30] He lost the bonny Bunch of Roses, O.

[00:12:30] "Oh, mother, adieu for ever,

[00:12:30] I am now on my dying bed,

[00:12:30] If I had liv'd I'd have been brave

[00:12:30] But now I droop my youthful head.

[00:12:30] And when our bones do moulder,

[00:12:30] And weeping-willows o'er us grow,

[00:12:30] Its deeds to bold Napoleon

[00:12:30] Will stain the bonny Bunch of Roses, O."