| Song | The Cruel Sister |
| Artist | Old Blind Dogs |
| Album | Close to the Bone |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Traditional | |
| There lived a lady by the North Sea shore | |
| (Lay the bent to the bonnie broom) | |
| Two daughters were the babes she bore | |
| (Fa la la la la la la la la la) | |
| alternating with each of the lines below> | |
| As one grew bright as is the sun, | |
| So coal black grew the elder one. | |
| A knight came riding to the lady's door, | |
| He'd travelled far to be their wooer. | |
| He courted one with gloves and rings, | |
| But he loved the other above all things. | |
| Oh sister will you go with me | |
| To watch the ships sail on the sea? | |
| She took her sister by the hand | |
| And led her down to the North Sea strand. | |
| And as they stood on the windy shore | |
| The dark girl threw her sister o'er. | |
| Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam, | |
| Crying, "Sister, reach to me your hand! | |
| "Oh Sister, Sister, let me live, | |
| And all that's mine I'll surely give." | |
| "(It's) your own true love that I'll have and more, | |
| But thou shalt never come ashore." | |
| And there she floated like a swan, | |
| The salt sea bore her body on. | |
| Two minstrels walked along the strand | |
| And saw the maiden float to land. | |
| They made a harp of her breastbone, | |
| Whose sound would melt a heart of stone. | |
| They took three locks of her yellow hair, | |
| And with them strung the harp so rare. | |
| They went into her father's hall | |
| To play the harp before them all, | |
| But when they laid it on a stone | |
| The harp began to play alone. | |
| The first string sang a doleful sound: | |
| "The bride her younger sister drowned." | |
| The second string as that they tried, | |
| In terror sits the black-haired bride. | |
| The third string sang beneath their bow, | |
| "And surely now her tears will flow |
| zuo ci : Traditional | |
| There lived a lady by the North Sea shore | |
| Lay the bent to the bonnie broom | |
| Two daughters were the babes she bore | |
| Fa la la la la la la la la la | |
| alternating with each of the lines below | |
| As one grew bright as is the sun, | |
| So coal black grew the elder one. | |
| A knight came riding to the lady' s door, | |
| He' d travelled far to be their wooer. | |
| He courted one with gloves and rings, | |
| But he loved the other above all things. | |
| Oh sister will you go with me | |
| To watch the ships sail on the sea? | |
| She took her sister by the hand | |
| And led her down to the North Sea strand. | |
| And as they stood on the windy shore | |
| The dark girl threw her sister o' er. | |
| Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam, | |
| Crying, " Sister, reach to me your hand! | |
| " Oh Sister, Sister, let me live, | |
| And all that' s mine I' ll surely give." | |
| " It' s your own true love that I' ll have and more, | |
| But thou shalt never come ashore." | |
| And there she floated like a swan, | |
| The salt sea bore her body on. | |
| Two minstrels walked along the strand | |
| And saw the maiden float to land. | |
| They made a harp of her breastbone, | |
| Whose sound would melt a heart of stone. | |
| They took three locks of her yellow hair, | |
| And with them strung the harp so rare. | |
| They went into her father' s hall | |
| To play the harp before them all, | |
| But when they laid it on a stone | |
| The harp began to play alone. | |
| The first string sang a doleful sound: | |
| " The bride her younger sister drowned." | |
| The second string as that they tried, | |
| In terror sits the blackhaired bride. | |
| The third string sang beneath their bow, | |
| " And surely now her tears will flow |
| zuò cí : Traditional | |
| There lived a lady by the North Sea shore | |
| Lay the bent to the bonnie broom | |
| Two daughters were the babes she bore | |
| Fa la la la la la la la la la | |
| alternating with each of the lines below | |
| As one grew bright as is the sun, | |
| So coal black grew the elder one. | |
| A knight came riding to the lady' s door, | |
| He' d travelled far to be their wooer. | |
| He courted one with gloves and rings, | |
| But he loved the other above all things. | |
| Oh sister will you go with me | |
| To watch the ships sail on the sea? | |
| She took her sister by the hand | |
| And led her down to the North Sea strand. | |
| And as they stood on the windy shore | |
| The dark girl threw her sister o' er. | |
| Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam, | |
| Crying, " Sister, reach to me your hand! | |
| " Oh Sister, Sister, let me live, | |
| And all that' s mine I' ll surely give." | |
| " It' s your own true love that I' ll have and more, | |
| But thou shalt never come ashore." | |
| And there she floated like a swan, | |
| The salt sea bore her body on. | |
| Two minstrels walked along the strand | |
| And saw the maiden float to land. | |
| They made a harp of her breastbone, | |
| Whose sound would melt a heart of stone. | |
| They took three locks of her yellow hair, | |
| And with them strung the harp so rare. | |
| They went into her father' s hall | |
| To play the harp before them all, | |
| But when they laid it on a stone | |
| The harp began to play alone. | |
| The first string sang a doleful sound: | |
| " The bride her younger sister drowned." | |
| The second string as that they tried, | |
| In terror sits the blackhaired bride. | |
| The third string sang beneath their bow, | |
| " And surely now her tears will flow |