The Wife of Usher's Well Lyrics

Song	The Wife of Usher's Well
Artist	Martin Carthy
Album	Signs of Life
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	作词 : Traditional
	There lived a wife in Usher's Well
	And a wealthy wife was she
	She'd three fine and stalwart sons
	And sent them o'er the sea
	They'd not been gone a week
	And a week but barely one
	When death sweeping over the land
	Took 'em one by one
	And they'd not been gone a week
	A week but barely three
	When word come to that young girl
	Her babes she'd never see
	I wish the wind would never blow
	No fish swim in the flood
	Till my darling babes are home
	They're home in flesh and blood
	And there about the Martinmas
	Nights are long and dark
	Her three kids come to her door
	Their hats were made of bark
	And the tree never grew in any ditch
	Nor down by any wall
	But at the gates of Paradise
	Grew strong grew tall
	Blow up the fire my maidens all
	Bring water from the well
	Since my darling babes are home
	They've come home safe and well
	So she has laid the table
	With bread and with wine
	Come eat and drink my darling babes
	Eat and drink of mine
	We may not eat your bread mother
	Nor may we drink your wine
	For cold death is lord of all
	To him we must resign
	The green grass is at our head
	And the clay is at our feet
	And your tears come tumbling down
	And wet our winding sheet
	So she has made the bed for them
	Spread the milk-white sheet
	She's laid it all with cloth of gold
	To see if they could sleep
	And up and crew the red cock
	Up and crew the grey
	And the youngest to the eldest says
	Brother we must away
	And the cock had not crowed once
	And clapped his wings for day
	When the eldest to the youngest says
	Brother we must away
	For the cock crow the day dawn
	The chunnering worm chide
	And if we're missed out of our place
	Then pain we must bide
	Farewell farewell my mother dear
	Farewell to barn and byre
	And farewell the sweet young girl
	Kindling my mother's fire

	zuo ci : Traditional
	There lived a wife in Usher' s Well
	And a wealthy wife was she
	She' d three fine and stalwart sons
	And sent them o' er the sea
	They' d not been gone a week
	And a week but barely one
	When death sweeping over the land
	Took ' em one by one
	And they' d not been gone a week
	A week but barely three
	When word come to that young girl
	Her babes she' d never see
	I wish the wind would never blow
	No fish swim in the flood
	Till my darling babes are home
	They' re home in flesh and blood
	And there about the Martinmas
	Nights are long and dark
	Her three kids come to her door
	Their hats were made of bark
	And the tree never grew in any ditch
	Nor down by any wall
	But at the gates of Paradise
	Grew strong grew tall
	Blow up the fire my maidens all
	Bring water from the well
	Since my darling babes are home
	They' ve come home safe and well
	So she has laid the table
	With bread and with wine
	Come eat and drink my darling babes
	Eat and drink of mine
	We may not eat your bread mother
	Nor may we drink your wine
	For cold death is lord of all
	To him we must resign
	The green grass is at our head
	And the clay is at our feet
	And your tears come tumbling down
	And wet our winding sheet
	So she has made the bed for them
	Spread the milkwhite sheet
	She' s laid it all with cloth of gold
	To see if they could sleep
	And up and crew the red cock
	Up and crew the grey
	And the youngest to the eldest says
	Brother we must away
	And the cock had not crowed once
	And clapped his wings for day
	When the eldest to the youngest says
	Brother we must away
	For the cock crow the day dawn
	The chunnering worm chide
	And if we' re missed out of our place
	Then pain we must bide
	Farewell farewell my mother dear
	Farewell to barn and byre
	And farewell the sweet young girl
	Kindling my mother' s fire

	zuò cí : Traditional
	There lived a wife in Usher' s Well
	And a wealthy wife was she
	She' d three fine and stalwart sons
	And sent them o' er the sea
	They' d not been gone a week
	And a week but barely one
	When death sweeping over the land
	Took ' em one by one
	And they' d not been gone a week
	A week but barely three
	When word come to that young girl
	Her babes she' d never see
	I wish the wind would never blow
	No fish swim in the flood
	Till my darling babes are home
	They' re home in flesh and blood
	And there about the Martinmas
	Nights are long and dark
	Her three kids come to her door
	Their hats were made of bark
	And the tree never grew in any ditch
	Nor down by any wall
	But at the gates of Paradise
	Grew strong grew tall
	Blow up the fire my maidens all
	Bring water from the well
	Since my darling babes are home
	They' ve come home safe and well
	So she has laid the table
	With bread and with wine
	Come eat and drink my darling babes
	Eat and drink of mine
	We may not eat your bread mother
	Nor may we drink your wine
	For cold death is lord of all
	To him we must resign
	The green grass is at our head
	And the clay is at our feet
	And your tears come tumbling down
	And wet our winding sheet
	So she has made the bed for them
	Spread the milkwhite sheet
	She' s laid it all with cloth of gold
	To see if they could sleep
	And up and crew the red cock
	Up and crew the grey
	And the youngest to the eldest says
	Brother we must away
	And the cock had not crowed once
	And clapped his wings for day
	When the eldest to the youngest says
	Brother we must away
	For the cock crow the day dawn
	The chunnering worm chide
	And if we' re missed out of our place
	Then pain we must bide
	Farewell farewell my mother dear
	Farewell to barn and byre
	And farewell the sweet young girl
	Kindling my mother' s fire

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