| Song | King Henry |
| Artist | Steeleye Span |
| Album | Concert [live] |
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| 作词 : Traditional | |
| Let never a man a wooing wend | |
| That lacketh things three, | |
| A store of gold, and open heart, | |
| And full of charity; | |
| And this was seen of King Henry | |
| Though he lay quite alone, | |
| For he's taken him to a haunted hall | |
| Seven miles from the town. | |
| He's chased the deer now him before | |
| And the doe down by the den | |
| Till the fattest buck in all the flock | |
| King Henry he has slain. | |
| His huntsmen followed him to the hall | |
| To make them burly cheer, | |
| When loud the wind was heard to sound | |
| And an earthquake rocked the floor. | |
| And darkness covered all the hall | |
| Where they sat at their meat, | |
| The grey dogs, yowling, left their food | |
| And crept to Henry's feet. | |
| And louder howled the rising wind | |
| And burst the fastened door, | |
| And in there came a grisly ghost | |
| Stramping on the floor. | |
| Her head hit the roof-tree of the house, | |
| Her middle you could not span, | |
| Each frightened huntsman fled the hall | |
| And left the king alone, | |
| Her teeth were like the tether stakes, | |
| Her nose like club or mell, | |
| And nothing less she seemed to be | |
| Than a fiend that comes form hell. | |
| Some meat, some meat you King Henry, | |
| Some meat you give to me, | |
| Go kill your horse you King Henry | |
| And bring him here to me; | |
| He's gone and slain his berry brown steed | |
| Though it made his heart full sore, | |
| For she's eaten up both skin and bone | |
| Left nothing but hide and hair. | |
| More meat, more meat you King Henry | |
| More meat you give to me, | |
| Go Kill your greyhounds King Henry | |
| And bring them here to me; | |
| And when he's slain his good greyhounds, | |
| It made his heart full sore, | |
| She's eaten them up both skin and bone, | |
| Left nothing but hide and hair. | |
| More meat, more meat you King Henry | |
| More meat you give to me, | |
| Go fell your goshawks King Henry | |
| And bring them here to me; | |
| And when he's slain his gay goshawks, | |
| It made his heart full sore, | |
| She's eaten them up both skin and bone, | |
| Left nothing but feathers bare. | |
| Some drink, some drink now King Henry | |
| Some drink you give to me, | |
| Oh you sew up your horse's hide | |
| And bring in a drink to me, | |
| And he's sewed up the bloody hide | |
| And a pipe of wine put in, | |
| And she's drank it up all in one draught | |
| Left never a drop therein. | |
| A bed, a bed now King Henry, | |
| A bed you'll make for me, | |
| Oh you must pull the heather green | |
| And make it soft for me; | |
| And pulled has he the heather green | |
| And made for her a bed, | |
| And taken has he his gay mantle | |
| And o'er it he has spread. | |
| Take off your clothes now King Henry | |
| And lie down by my side, | |
| Now swear, now swear you King Henry | |
| To take me for your bride. | |
| Oh God forbid, says King Henry, | |
| That ever the like betide, | |
| That ever a fiend that comes from hell | |
| Should stretch down by my side. | |
| When the night was gone and the day was come | |
| And the sun shone through the hall, | |
| The fairest lady that ever was seen | |
| Lay between him and the wall. | |
| I've met with many a gentle knight | |
| That gave me such a fill, | |
| But never before with a courteous knight | |
| That gave me all my will |
| zuo ci : Traditional | |
| Let never a man a wooing wend | |
| That lacketh things three, | |
| A store of gold, and open heart, | |
| And full of charity | |
| And this was seen of King Henry | |
| Though he lay quite alone, | |
| For he' s taken him to a haunted hall | |
| Seven miles from the town. | |
| He' s chased the deer now him before | |
| And the doe down by the den | |
| Till the fattest buck in all the flock | |
| King Henry he has slain. | |
| His huntsmen followed him to the hall | |
| To make them burly cheer, | |
| When loud the wind was heard to sound | |
| And an earthquake rocked the floor. | |
| And darkness covered all the hall | |
| Where they sat at their meat, | |
| The grey dogs, yowling, left their food | |
| And crept to Henry' s feet. | |
| And louder howled the rising wind | |
| And burst the fastened door, | |
| And in there came a grisly ghost | |
| Stramping on the floor. | |
| Her head hit the rooftree of the house, | |
| Her middle you could not span, | |
| Each frightened huntsman fled the hall | |
| And left the king alone, | |
| Her teeth were like the tether stakes, | |
| Her nose like club or mell, | |
| And nothing less she seemed to be | |
| Than a fiend that comes form hell. | |
| Some meat, some meat you King Henry, | |
| Some meat you give to me, | |
| Go kill your horse you King Henry | |
| And bring him here to me | |
| He' s gone and slain his berry brown steed | |
| Though it made his heart full sore, | |
| For she' s eaten up both skin and bone | |
| Left nothing but hide and hair. | |
| More meat, more meat you King Henry | |
| More meat you give to me, | |
| Go Kill your greyhounds King Henry | |
| And bring them here to me | |
| And when he' s slain his good greyhounds, | |
| It made his heart full sore, | |
| She' s eaten them up both skin and bone, | |
| Left nothing but hide and hair. | |
| More meat, more meat you King Henry | |
| More meat you give to me, | |
| Go fell your goshawks King Henry | |
| And bring them here to me | |
| And when he' s slain his gay goshawks, | |
| It made his heart full sore, | |
| She' s eaten them up both skin and bone, | |
| Left nothing but feathers bare. | |
| Some drink, some drink now King Henry | |
| Some drink you give to me, | |
| Oh you sew up your horse' s hide | |
| And bring in a drink to me, | |
| And he' s sewed up the bloody hide | |
| And a pipe of wine put in, | |
| And she' s drank it up all in one draught | |
| Left never a drop therein. | |
| A bed, a bed now King Henry, | |
| A bed you' ll make for me, | |
| Oh you must pull the heather green | |
| And make it soft for me | |
| And pulled has he the heather green | |
| And made for her a bed, | |
| And taken has he his gay mantle | |
| And o' er it he has spread. | |
| Take off your clothes now King Henry | |
| And lie down by my side, | |
| Now swear, now swear you King Henry | |
| To take me for your bride. | |
| Oh God forbid, says King Henry, | |
| That ever the like betide, | |
| That ever a fiend that comes from hell | |
| Should stretch down by my side. | |
| When the night was gone and the day was come | |
| And the sun shone through the hall, | |
| The fairest lady that ever was seen | |
| Lay between him and the wall. | |
| I' ve met with many a gentle knight | |
| That gave me such a fill, | |
| But never before with a courteous knight | |
| That gave me all my will |
| zuò cí : Traditional | |
| Let never a man a wooing wend | |
| That lacketh things three, | |
| A store of gold, and open heart, | |
| And full of charity | |
| And this was seen of King Henry | |
| Though he lay quite alone, | |
| For he' s taken him to a haunted hall | |
| Seven miles from the town. | |
| He' s chased the deer now him before | |
| And the doe down by the den | |
| Till the fattest buck in all the flock | |
| King Henry he has slain. | |
| His huntsmen followed him to the hall | |
| To make them burly cheer, | |
| When loud the wind was heard to sound | |
| And an earthquake rocked the floor. | |
| And darkness covered all the hall | |
| Where they sat at their meat, | |
| The grey dogs, yowling, left their food | |
| And crept to Henry' s feet. | |
| And louder howled the rising wind | |
| And burst the fastened door, | |
| And in there came a grisly ghost | |
| Stramping on the floor. | |
| Her head hit the rooftree of the house, | |
| Her middle you could not span, | |
| Each frightened huntsman fled the hall | |
| And left the king alone, | |
| Her teeth were like the tether stakes, | |
| Her nose like club or mell, | |
| And nothing less she seemed to be | |
| Than a fiend that comes form hell. | |
| Some meat, some meat you King Henry, | |
| Some meat you give to me, | |
| Go kill your horse you King Henry | |
| And bring him here to me | |
| He' s gone and slain his berry brown steed | |
| Though it made his heart full sore, | |
| For she' s eaten up both skin and bone | |
| Left nothing but hide and hair. | |
| More meat, more meat you King Henry | |
| More meat you give to me, | |
| Go Kill your greyhounds King Henry | |
| And bring them here to me | |
| And when he' s slain his good greyhounds, | |
| It made his heart full sore, | |
| She' s eaten them up both skin and bone, | |
| Left nothing but hide and hair. | |
| More meat, more meat you King Henry | |
| More meat you give to me, | |
| Go fell your goshawks King Henry | |
| And bring them here to me | |
| And when he' s slain his gay goshawks, | |
| It made his heart full sore, | |
| She' s eaten them up both skin and bone, | |
| Left nothing but feathers bare. | |
| Some drink, some drink now King Henry | |
| Some drink you give to me, | |
| Oh you sew up your horse' s hide | |
| And bring in a drink to me, | |
| And he' s sewed up the bloody hide | |
| And a pipe of wine put in, | |
| And she' s drank it up all in one draught | |
| Left never a drop therein. | |
| A bed, a bed now King Henry, | |
| A bed you' ll make for me, | |
| Oh you must pull the heather green | |
| And make it soft for me | |
| And pulled has he the heather green | |
| And made for her a bed, | |
| And taken has he his gay mantle | |
| And o' er it he has spread. | |
| Take off your clothes now King Henry | |
| And lie down by my side, | |
| Now swear, now swear you King Henry | |
| To take me for your bride. | |
| Oh God forbid, says King Henry, | |
| That ever the like betide, | |
| That ever a fiend that comes from hell | |
| Should stretch down by my side. | |
| When the night was gone and the day was come | |
| And the sun shone through the hall, | |
| The fairest lady that ever was seen | |
| Lay between him and the wall. | |
| I' ve met with many a gentle knight | |
| That gave me such a fill, | |
| But never before with a courteous knight | |
| That gave me all my will |