| Song | Banks of Green Willow |
| Artist | Martin Carthy |
| Album | Shearwater |
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| 作词 : Traditional | |
| It's of a sea captain | |
| Who lived down by the seaside, oh, | |
| And he's courted with a fair maid, | |
| And he's got her with child. | |
| Go and get your father's goodwill, | |
| And get some of your mother's money, | |
| And we'll sail right o'er the ocean | |
| Along with young Johnny. | |
| Oh she's got her father's goodwill, | |
| And she's ta'en some of her mother's money, | |
| And she's sailed right o'er the ocean | |
| Along with young Johnny. | |
| Now they had not been a-sailing | |
| But six weeks or better, | |
| Before she needed women | |
| And she could not get any. | |
| Oh hold your tongue you silly girl | |
| Oh hold your tongue my honey | |
| For we cannot get women | |
| For love nor for money. | |
| Now they had not been a sailing | |
| But seven weeks or better, | |
| With our sails high and the sea smooth, | |
| But miles we made not any. | |
| Oh there's fay folk in our gallant ship, | |
| The captain he cried so boldly, | |
| Oh there's fay folk in our gallant ship, | |
| She will not sail for me. | |
| So they've cast the black bullets, | |
| And they've cursed twice six and forty, | |
| And it's oh the black bullet | |
| Fell on his dearest honey. | |
| Oh he's tied a napkin all round her head | |
| And he's tied it round so softly, | |
| And he's thrown her right over, | |
| Both she and her baby. | |
| And it's seeing how she doth swim my boys, | |
| And it's seeing how she doth swagger, | |
| She will never leave off swimming | |
| Till she come to some cover. | |
| Oh she shall have a coffin | |
| And the nails shall shine yellow | |
| And me love she shall be buried | |
| On the banks of green willow. |
| zuo ci : Traditional | |
| It' s of a sea captain | |
| Who lived down by the seaside, oh, | |
| And he' s courted with a fair maid, | |
| And he' s got her with child. | |
| Go and get your father' s goodwill, | |
| And get some of your mother' s money, | |
| And we' ll sail right o' er the ocean | |
| Along with young Johnny. | |
| Oh she' s got her father' s goodwill, | |
| And she' s ta' en some of her mother' s money, | |
| And she' s sailed right o' er the ocean | |
| Along with young Johnny. | |
| Now they had not been asailing | |
| But six weeks or better, | |
| Before she needed women | |
| And she could not get any. | |
| Oh hold your tongue you silly girl | |
| Oh hold your tongue my honey | |
| For we cannot get women | |
| For love nor for money. | |
| Now they had not been a sailing | |
| But seven weeks or better, | |
| With our sails high and the sea smooth, | |
| But miles we made not any. | |
| Oh there' s fay folk in our gallant ship, | |
| The captain he cried so boldly, | |
| Oh there' s fay folk in our gallant ship, | |
| She will not sail for me. | |
| So they' ve cast the black bullets, | |
| And they' ve cursed twice six and forty, | |
| And it' s oh the black bullet | |
| Fell on his dearest honey. | |
| Oh he' s tied a napkin all round her head | |
| And he' s tied it round so softly, | |
| And he' s thrown her right over, | |
| Both she and her baby. | |
| And it' s seeing how she doth swim my boys, | |
| And it' s seeing how she doth swagger, | |
| She will never leave off swimming | |
| Till she come to some cover. | |
| Oh she shall have a coffin | |
| And the nails shall shine yellow | |
| And me love she shall be buried | |
| On the banks of green willow. |
| zuò cí : Traditional | |
| It' s of a sea captain | |
| Who lived down by the seaside, oh, | |
| And he' s courted with a fair maid, | |
| And he' s got her with child. | |
| Go and get your father' s goodwill, | |
| And get some of your mother' s money, | |
| And we' ll sail right o' er the ocean | |
| Along with young Johnny. | |
| Oh she' s got her father' s goodwill, | |
| And she' s ta' en some of her mother' s money, | |
| And she' s sailed right o' er the ocean | |
| Along with young Johnny. | |
| Now they had not been asailing | |
| But six weeks or better, | |
| Before she needed women | |
| And she could not get any. | |
| Oh hold your tongue you silly girl | |
| Oh hold your tongue my honey | |
| For we cannot get women | |
| For love nor for money. | |
| Now they had not been a sailing | |
| But seven weeks or better, | |
| With our sails high and the sea smooth, | |
| But miles we made not any. | |
| Oh there' s fay folk in our gallant ship, | |
| The captain he cried so boldly, | |
| Oh there' s fay folk in our gallant ship, | |
| She will not sail for me. | |
| So they' ve cast the black bullets, | |
| And they' ve cursed twice six and forty, | |
| And it' s oh the black bullet | |
| Fell on his dearest honey. | |
| Oh he' s tied a napkin all round her head | |
| And he' s tied it round so softly, | |
| And he' s thrown her right over, | |
| Both she and her baby. | |
| And it' s seeing how she doth swim my boys, | |
| And it' s seeing how she doth swagger, | |
| She will never leave off swimming | |
| Till she come to some cover. | |
| Oh she shall have a coffin | |
| And the nails shall shine yellow | |
| And me love she shall be buried | |
| On the banks of green willow. |