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作曲 : Ludwig van Beethoven |
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They bid me slight my Dermot dear, |
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For he's of low degree, |
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While I my lady's maid am here, |
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And of the quality. |
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But if my mother would not grieve, |
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And if the truth were known, |
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Well-pleas'd would I this castle leave, |
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And live for him alone. |
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My lady, who is very kind, |
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To me will sometimes call, |
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And talk of love with scoffing mind, |
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And say 'tis folly all. |
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Ah! Words like these are finely said, |
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And may my lady please, |
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For she her own true love has wed, |
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And has her heart at ease. |
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Oh, never slight thy Dermot dear, |
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Tho' he's of low degree, |
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For thou thy lady's maid art here, |
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And of the quality. |
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For tho' thy mother haply grieve |
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When first the truth were known, |
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She'll bid thee not thy Dermot leave, |
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But live fro him alone. |
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I sit, my love, to think on thee, |
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Look o'er the Shannon wide, |
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And fancy I thy cabin see |
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The lofty elms beside. |
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The Shannon waves run very high, |
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The little boat I fear; |
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No more at night the passage try, |
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For winter now is here. |
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There's none like thee, - the king of all, |
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At funeral, and at fair; |
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My lord's fine man, hat's in the hall, |
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Can ne'er with thee compare. |
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Thy heart is true, thy heart is warm; |
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And so is mine to thee; |
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And would my Lord but give the farm, |
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How happy should we be! |
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