| [00:00.00] |
作曲 : Joan Baez |
| [00:01.00] |
作词 : Joan Baez |
| [00:06.17] |
Word is to the kitchen gone, and word is to the hall |
| [00:17.29] |
And word is up to madam the queen, and that's the worst of all |
| [00:28.73] |
That Mary Hamilton has borne a babe |
| [00:34.54] |
To the highest stuart of all |
| [00:42.94] |
Oh rise, arise Mary Hamilton |
| [00:49.21] |
Arise and tell to me |
| [00:54.73] |
What thou hast done with thy wee babe |
| [01:00.58] |
I saw and heard weep by thee |
| [01:09.20] |
I put him in a tiny boat |
| [01:14.83] |
And cast him out to sea |
| [01:20.62] |
That he might sink or he might swim |
| [01:26.36] |
But he'd never come back to me |
| [01:35.24] |
Oh rise arise Mary Hamilton |
| [01:40.74] |
Arise and come with me |
| [01:46.27] |
There is a wedding in Glasgow town |
| [01:52.00] |
This night we'll go and see |
| [02:00.64] |
She put not on her robes of black |
| [02:05.82] |
Nor her robes of brown |
| [02:11.62] |
But she put on her robes of white |
| [02:17.08] |
To ride into Glasgow town |
| [02:25.72] |
And as she rode into Glasgow town |
| [02:31.03] |
The city for to see |
| [02:36.58] |
The bailiff's wife and the provost's wife |
| [02:42.08] |
Cried alack and alas for thee |
| [02:50.30] |
Oh you need not weep for me she cried |
| [02:56.43] |
You need not week for me |
| [03:01.74] |
For had I not slain my own wee babe |
| [03:07.46] |
This death I would not dee |
| [03:15.47] |
Oh little did my mother think |
| [03:21.11] |
When first she cradled me |
| [03:26.82] |
The lands I was to travel in |
| [03:32.23] |
And the death I was to dee |
| [03:41.05] |
Last night I washed the queen's feet |
| [03:46.51] |
Put the gold in her hair |
| [03:51.71] |
And the only reward I find for this |
| [03:57.54] |
The gallows to be my share |
| [04:05.90] |
Cast off, cast off my gown, she cried |
| [04:11.46] |
But let my petticoat be |
| [04:16.75] |
And tie a napkin round my face |
| [04:22.57] |
The gallows, I would not see |
| [04:30.97] |
Then by them come the king himself |
| [04:36.47] |
Looked up with a pitiful eye |
| [04:41.68] |
Come down, come down Mary Hamilton |
| [04:47.42] |
Tonight you will dine with me |
| [04:58.30] |
Oh hold your tongue, my sovereign liege |
| [05:04.12] |
And let your folly be |
| [05:09.31] |
For if you'd a mind to save my life |
| [05:15.23] |
You'd never have shamed me here |
| [05:23.56] |
Last night there were four Marys |
| [05:29.24] |
Tonight there'll be but three |
| [05:34.44] |
It was Mary Beaton and Mary Seton |
| [05:41.16] |
And Mary Carmichael and me |
