《Bitter Withy》歌词

[00:00:00] Bitter Withy - John Tams

[00:00:13] As it fell out one high holiday

[00:00:20] Small hail from the heaven did fall

[00:00:28] Our saviour asked his mother mary mild

[00:00:36] If he might go and play at the ball

[00:00:44] At the ball at the ball my own dear son

[00:00:53] It's time that you were gone

[00:01:00] Don't let me hear of any misdoings

[00:01:09] At night when you come home

[00:01:48] Then it's up the hill and down the hill

[00:01:56] Our sweet young saviours's run

[00:02:04] There he spied three rich lords sons

[00:02:13] Playing in the sun

[00:02:20] Good morn good morn good morn said they

[00:02:29] Good morning all said he

[00:02:36] Now which of you three rich lords sons

[00:02:44] Is going to play at the ball with me

[00:02:52] But we're all lords' and ladies' sons

[00:03:01] Born in our bower and hall

[00:03:08] And you aren't nothing but a poor maid's child

[00:03:17] Born in an ox's stall

[00:03:24] But if you're all lords' and ladies' sons

[00:03:33] All born in your bower and hall

[00:03:40] I'll make you believe in your lattery end

[00:03:48] I'm an angel above you all

[00:04:28] So he built him a bridge from the beams of the sun

[00:04:37] And over the river ran he

[00:04:44] And these rich lords sons followed after him

[00:04:54] Drowned they were all three

[00:05:00] Then it's up the hill and down the hill

[00:05:08] These rich lord's mother run

[00:05:16] Crying mary mild fetch home you child

[00:05:25] For ours he has drown'd each one

[00:05:32] And so mary mild fetched home her child

[00:05:40] And she put him all across of her knee

[00:05:48] And it's with a handful of green withy twigs

[00:05:56] She's gave him lashes three

[00:06:04] Oh the bitter withy the bitter withy

[00:06:12] Thou causest me to smart

[00:06:20] And the withy shall be the very first tree

[00:06:28] To perish at the heart