演唱者:Martin Carthy / Dave Swarbrick
The Wife of Ushers Well文本歌词
作词 : Carthy Martin
作曲 : Carthy MartinThere lived a wife in Usher's WellAnd a wealthy wife was sheShe'd three fine and stalwart sonsAnd sent them o'er the seaThey'd not been gone a weekAnd a week but barely oneWhen death sweeping over the landTook 'em one by oneAnd they'd not been gone a weekA week but barely threeWhen word come to that young girlHer babes she'd never seeI wish the wind would never blowNo fish swim in the floodTill my darling babes are homeThey're home in flesh and bloodAnd there about the MartinmasNights are long and darkHer three kids come to her doorTheir hats were made of barkAnd the tree never grew in any ditchNor down by any wallBut at the gates of ParadiseGrew strong grew tallBlow up the fire my maidens allBring water from the wellSince my darling babes are homeThey've come home safe and wellSo she has laid the tableWith bread and with wineCome eat and drink my darling babesEat and drink of mineWe may not eat your bread motherNor may we drink your wineFor cold death is lord of allTo him we must resignThe green grass is at our headAnd the clay is at our feetAnd your tears come tumbling downAnd wet our winding sheetSo she has made the bed for themSpread the milk-white sheetShe's laid it all with cloth of goldTo see if they could sleepAnd up and crew the red cockUp and crew the greyAnd the youngest to the eldest saysBrother we must awayAnd the cock had not crowed onceAnd clapped his wings for dayWhen the eldest to the youngest saysBrother we must awayFor the cock crow the day dawnThe chunnering worm chideAnd if we're missed out of our placeThen pain we must bideFarewell farewell my mother dearFarewell to barn and byreAnd farewell the sweet young girlKindling my mother's fire
The Wife of Ushers WellLRC歌词
作词 : Carthy Martin
作曲 : Carthy MartinThere lived a wife in Usher's WellAnd a wealthy wife was sheShe'd three fine and stalwart sonsAnd sent them o'er the seaThey'd not been gone a weekAnd a week but barely oneWhen death sweeping over the landTook 'em one by oneAnd they'd not been gone a weekA week but barely threeWhen word come to that young girlHer babes she'd never seeI wish the wind would never blowNo fish swim in the floodTill my darling babes are homeThey're home in flesh and bloodAnd there about the MartinmasNights are long and darkHer three kids come to her doorTheir hats were made of barkAnd the tree never grew in any ditchNor down by any wallBut at the gates of ParadiseGrew strong grew tallBlow up the fire my maidens allBring water from the wellSince my darling babes are homeThey've come home safe and wellSo she has laid the tableWith bread and with wineCome eat and drink my darling babesEat and drink of mineWe may not eat your bread motherNor may we drink your wineFor cold death is lord of allTo him we must resignThe green grass is at our headAnd the clay is at our feetAnd your tears come tumbling downAnd wet our winding sheetSo she has made the bed for themSpread the milk-white sheetShe's laid it all with cloth of goldTo see if they could sleepAnd up and crew the red cockUp and crew the greyAnd the youngest to the eldest saysBrother we must awayAnd the cock had not crowed onceAnd clapped his wings for dayWhen the eldest to the youngest saysBrother we must awayFor the cock crow the day dawnThe chunnering worm chideAnd if we're missed out of our placeThen pain we must bideFarewell farewell my mother dearFarewell to barn and byreAnd farewell the sweet young girlKindling my mother's fire