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Martin Carthy其他专辑
演唱者:Martin Carthy
Skewbald文本歌词
作曲 : Carthy Martin
You gallant sportsmen all, come listen to me storyOf the bold Skewbald that noble racing ponyArthur Marvel was the man who has brought the Skewbald overHe's a diamond in the land and he rolls around in cloverThese horses were brought out with saddle, whip and bridleAnd the gentlemen did shout when they saw the noble riderAnd there's some did shout hooray as the air was thick with cursesOn the grey Griselda sportsmen laid their pursesNow the trumpet it did sound, they shot off like an arrowScarcely touched the ground where the going it was narrowThen Griselda passed him by as the gentlemen did holler,“Oh, the grey will win the day and the Skewbald he will follow.”But halfway round the track up spoke the noble rider,“I fear we must fall back for she's going like a tiger.”Up spoke the noble horse, “Ride on, ride on, me master,For we're halfway round the track and it's now we'll see who's faster.”So swiftly o'er the grass Skewbald flew like lightningSo swiftly o'er the grass that the grey mare she was taken“Ride on, my noble horse, for the good two hundred guineas.Oh your saddle shall be of gold when we pick up our winnings.”Way past the winning post Skewbald won so handyAnd horse and rider both called for sherry wine and brandyAnd it's there they drank the health of the gallant Miss GriseldaAnd all who lost their money on the sporting plains of Kildare
SkewbaldLRC歌词
作曲 : Carthy Martin
You gallant sportsmen all, come listen to me storyOf the bold Skewbald that noble racing ponyArthur Marvel was the man who has brought the Skewbald overHe's a diamond in the land and he rolls around in cloverThese horses were brought out with saddle, whip and bridleAnd the gentlemen did shout when they saw the noble riderAnd there's some did shout hooray as the air was thick with cursesOn the grey Griselda sportsmen laid their pursesNow the trumpet it did sound, they shot off like an arrowScarcely touched the ground where the going it was narrowThen Griselda passed him by as the gentlemen did holler,“Oh, the grey will win the day and the Skewbald he will follow.”But halfway round the track up spoke the noble rider,“I fear we must fall back for she's going like a tiger.”Up spoke the noble horse, “Ride on, ride on, me master,For we're halfway round the track and it's now we'll see who's faster.”So swiftly o'er the grass Skewbald flew like lightningSo swiftly o'er the grass that the grey mare she was taken“Ride on, my noble horse, for the good two hundred guineas.Oh your saddle shall be of gold when we pick up our winnings.”Way past the winning post Skewbald won so handyAnd horse and rider both called for sherry wine and brandyAnd it's there they drank the health of the gallant Miss GriseldaAnd all who lost their money on the sporting plains of Kildare