| Song | Barbary Ellen |
| Artist | Martin Carthy |
| Album | Signs of Life |
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| 作词 : Traditional | |
| All in the third part of the year | |
| When green leaves they were falling, | |
| Young Johnny Rose, all down from the war, | |
| Fell in love with Barbary Ellen. | |
| He sent his men down to the town | |
| To the place where she was dwelling, | |
| Saying, "Lady, come quick and come very quick | |
| If your name be Barbary Ellen." | |
| So slowly, slowly she rose up, | |
| So slowly she put on her, | |
| So slowly come to his bedside | |
| And so slowly she looked upon him. | |
| "You're lying low, young man," she cries, | |
| "And death is with you dealing. | |
| No the better for me you never shall be | |
| Though your heart's blood were spilling." | |
| "Oh look at my bedhead," he cries, | |
| "And there you'll find it ticking: | |
| My gold watch and my gold chain, | |
| I bestow them to you, my Ellen." | |
| "Oh look at my bed foot," he cries, | |
| "And there you will find them lying: | |
| Bloody sheets and bloody shirts, | |
| I swept them for you, my Ellen." | |
| "Tell me, do you mind the time, " she cries, | |
| "All in the tavern swilling? | |
| You made the health of all round the place | |
| But never for your love Ellen." | |
| She walked over yon garden field, | |
| She heard the dead bell knelling. | |
| And every stroke that the dead bell gave | |
| It cried, "Woe be to you now, Ellen." | |
| She walked over yon garden field, | |
| She saw his corpse a-coming, | |
| "Lay down, lay down, your weary load | |
| Until I get to look upon him." | |
| She lifted the lid from off the corpse, | |
| She bursted out with laughing. | |
| And all of his friends that stood round about, | |
| They cried, "Woe be to you now, Ellen." | |
| She come home to her father's house, | |
| "Make my bed long and narrow, | |
| For young Johnny Rose died for me today | |
| And I must die tomorrow." | |
| They buried her all in the churchyard, | |
| They buried him in the choir. | |
| And out of him there grew a red rose | |
| And out of her a briar. | |
| They grew and they grew all in the churchyard | |
| Till they could grow no higher. | |
| They twisted and twined themselves in a knot | |
| As the rose growed all round the briar. |
| zuo ci : Traditional | |
| All in the third part of the year | |
| When green leaves they were falling, | |
| Young Johnny Rose, all down from the war, | |
| Fell in love with Barbary Ellen. | |
| He sent his men down to the town | |
| To the place where she was dwelling, | |
| Saying, " Lady, come quick and come very quick | |
| If your name be Barbary Ellen." | |
| So slowly, slowly she rose up, | |
| So slowly she put on her, | |
| So slowly come to his bedside | |
| And so slowly she looked upon him. | |
| " You' re lying low, young man," she cries, | |
| " And death is with you dealing. | |
| No the better for me you never shall be | |
| Though your heart' s blood were spilling." | |
| " Oh look at my bedhead," he cries, | |
| " And there you' ll find it ticking: | |
| My gold watch and my gold chain, | |
| I bestow them to you, my Ellen." | |
| " Oh look at my bed foot," he cries, | |
| " And there you will find them lying: | |
| Bloody sheets and bloody shirts, | |
| I swept them for you, my Ellen." | |
| " Tell me, do you mind the time, " she cries, | |
| " All in the tavern swilling? | |
| You made the health of all round the place | |
| But never for your love Ellen." | |
| She walked over yon garden field, | |
| She heard the dead bell knelling. | |
| And every stroke that the dead bell gave | |
| It cried, " Woe be to you now, Ellen." | |
| She walked over yon garden field, | |
| She saw his corpse acoming, | |
| " Lay down, lay down, your weary load | |
| Until I get to look upon him." | |
| She lifted the lid from off the corpse, | |
| She bursted out with laughing. | |
| And all of his friends that stood round about, | |
| They cried, " Woe be to you now, Ellen." | |
| She come home to her father' s house, | |
| " Make my bed long and narrow, | |
| For young Johnny Rose died for me today | |
| And I must die tomorrow." | |
| They buried her all in the churchyard, | |
| They buried him in the choir. | |
| And out of him there grew a red rose | |
| And out of her a briar. | |
| They grew and they grew all in the churchyard | |
| Till they could grow no higher. | |
| They twisted and twined themselves in a knot | |
| As the rose growed all round the briar. |
| zuò cí : Traditional | |
| All in the third part of the year | |
| When green leaves they were falling, | |
| Young Johnny Rose, all down from the war, | |
| Fell in love with Barbary Ellen. | |
| He sent his men down to the town | |
| To the place where she was dwelling, | |
| Saying, " Lady, come quick and come very quick | |
| If your name be Barbary Ellen." | |
| So slowly, slowly she rose up, | |
| So slowly she put on her, | |
| So slowly come to his bedside | |
| And so slowly she looked upon him. | |
| " You' re lying low, young man," she cries, | |
| " And death is with you dealing. | |
| No the better for me you never shall be | |
| Though your heart' s blood were spilling." | |
| " Oh look at my bedhead," he cries, | |
| " And there you' ll find it ticking: | |
| My gold watch and my gold chain, | |
| I bestow them to you, my Ellen." | |
| " Oh look at my bed foot," he cries, | |
| " And there you will find them lying: | |
| Bloody sheets and bloody shirts, | |
| I swept them for you, my Ellen." | |
| " Tell me, do you mind the time, " she cries, | |
| " All in the tavern swilling? | |
| You made the health of all round the place | |
| But never for your love Ellen." | |
| She walked over yon garden field, | |
| She heard the dead bell knelling. | |
| And every stroke that the dead bell gave | |
| It cried, " Woe be to you now, Ellen." | |
| She walked over yon garden field, | |
| She saw his corpse acoming, | |
| " Lay down, lay down, your weary load | |
| Until I get to look upon him." | |
| She lifted the lid from off the corpse, | |
| She bursted out with laughing. | |
| And all of his friends that stood round about, | |
| They cried, " Woe be to you now, Ellen." | |
| She come home to her father' s house, | |
| " Make my bed long and narrow, | |
| For young Johnny Rose died for me today | |
| And I must die tomorrow." | |
| They buried her all in the churchyard, | |
| They buried him in the choir. | |
| And out of him there grew a red rose | |
| And out of her a briar. | |
| They grew and they grew all in the churchyard | |
| Till they could grow no higher. | |
| They twisted and twined themselves in a knot | |
| As the rose growed all round the briar. |