Martin Carthy все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Oh me hat is frozen to me head
And me feet they are like a lump of lead,
Oh me shoes they are frozen to me feet
With standing at your window.
“Oh let me in,” the soldier cried,
Cold haily windy night,
“Oh let me in,” the soldier cried,
For I'll not come back again oh.”

When first to London town I came
I took my lodging all at some inn.
For full five months I did remain
But being a stranger I fell in danger
Doing so, doing so.

The landlord had a daughter fair,
She was a beauty I do declare.

One version of the traditional lyrics is shown below.

Come gather round and listen lads, and hear me tell m' tale,
How across the sea from England I was condemned to sail.
The jury found me guilty, and then says the judge, says he,
Oh for life, Jim Jones, I'm sending you across the stormy sea.
But take a tip before you ship to join the iron gang,
Don't get too gay in Botany Bay, or else you'll surely hang.

I danced in the morning when the world was young
I danced in the moon and the stars and the sun
I came down from heaven and I danced on the earth
At Bethlehem I had my birth

Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be

There were seven yellow gypsies and all in a row
And none of them lame nor lazy-O,
And they sang so sweet and so complete
That they stole the heart of the lady-O.

And they sang sweet and they sang shrill
That fast her tears began to flow,
And she lay down her silken gown,

Oh the king sits in Dunfermline town
A-drinking the blood-red wine,
Says, "Where will I get me a brave young skipper
Sail this ship of mine?"

And up and spoke an old, old man,
Who sat at the king's right knee.
He says, "Patrick Spens is the very best sailor

I sat within a valley green,
I sat there with my true love,
My sad heart strove the two between,
The old love and the new love, -
The old for her, the new that made
Me think of Ireland dearly,
While soft the wind blew down the glade
And shook the golden barley.

The judge said, “Stand up, boy, and dry up your tears.
You're sentenced to Dartmoor for twenty-one years.”
So kiss me goodbye, babe, and say you'll be mine,
For twenty-one years, love, is a mighty long time.

Just look down that railway and there you will see,
My comrades are waving their farewell to me.
The steam from the whistle and smoke from the stack