演唱者:Martin Carthy / Dave Swarbrick
The Bloody Gardener文本歌词
作词 : Lloyd Albert Lancaster
作曲 : Lloyd Albert LancasterIt's of a girl so fair and a shepherd's daughter dear,She was courted by her own dear heart's delight.But his mother laid a snare and false letters did prepare,Saying, \"Meet me in the garden here this night.\"So this young girl arose and into the garden goesExpecting there to meet her heart's delight,Oh she searched the garden around but no true love could be foundTill at length the bloody gardener came in sight.Said he, \"My pretty maid and what brings you this way,Oh have you come to rob my flowers so gay?\"She cries, \"No thief I am but I am in search of some young manWho promised that he'd meet me here today.\"But he took out his knife and cut her tender thread of lifeAnd he laid her virtuous body to bleed on the ground;And with those flowers fine and gay this girl he did overlayIn a way her body never would be found.Then her true love arose and into the garden goesAnd a milk-white dove come fluttering where she lay;And with battering wings so sweet all around this young man's feet,But when he rose this dove she flew away.Oh the dove, she flew away and into some myrtle treeAnd the young man followed after full of pain.And it's from this tree so tall down on her grave did fallThe fresh blood from off her breast like crimson rain.The young man in anger rose and back to his home he goesCrying, \"Cursed be my mother here this day!Oh you've robbed me of my joy, my jewel and my toy,And I rue the life you ever gave to me.\"
The Bloody GardenerLRC歌词
作词 : Lloyd Albert Lancaster
作曲 : Lloyd Albert LancasterIt's of a girl so fair and a shepherd's daughter dear,She was courted by her own dear heart's delight.But his mother laid a snare and false letters did prepare,Saying, \"Meet me in the garden here this night.\"So this young girl arose and into the garden goesExpecting there to meet her heart's delight,Oh she searched the garden around but no true love could be foundTill at length the bloody gardener came in sight.Said he, \"My pretty maid and what brings you this way,Oh have you come to rob my flowers so gay?\"She cries, \"No thief I am but I am in search of some young manWho promised that he'd meet me here today.\"But he took out his knife and cut her tender thread of lifeAnd he laid her virtuous body to bleed on the ground;And with those flowers fine and gay this girl he did overlayIn a way her body never would be found.Then her true love arose and into the garden goesAnd a milk-white dove come fluttering where she lay;And with battering wings so sweet all around this young man's feet,But when he rose this dove she flew away.Oh the dove, she flew away and into some myrtle treeAnd the young man followed after full of pain.And it's from this tree so tall down on her grave did fallThe fresh blood from off her breast like crimson rain.The young man in anger rose and back to his home he goesCrying, \"Cursed be my mother here this day!Oh you've robbed me of my joy, my jewel and my toy,And I rue the life you ever gave to me.\"