| Song | The Incest Song |
| Artist | Buffy Sainte-Marie |
| Album | It'S My Way |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Sainte-Marie | |
| Word is up to the king's dear daughter | |
| And word is spreading all over the land | |
| That's she's been betrayed by her own dear brother | |
| That he has chosen another fair hand | |
| Many young man had a song of her beauty | |
| And many a grand deed for her had been done | |
| But within her sights she carried the child | |
| Of her father's youngest, fairest son | |
| Tell to me no lies | |
| Tell to me no stories | |
| But saddle my good horse and I'll go and see my own true love | |
| If your words be true ones, then that will mean the end of me | |
| Brother oh brother what lies be these ones | |
| They say your love to another I lose | |
| There's a child within me of thy very own lineage | |
| And I know it's I that thou would chose | |
| And have you yet told your father or mother | |
| All that thou has told here to me | |
| And he's taken off his good braided sword | |
| And I am down beside his knee | |
| No I've not told no one but you my dear one | |
| For it's a secret between us two | |
| And I would come home and quit all my roaming | |
| And spend my days only waiting on you | |
| Too late too late for change my sister | |
| My father has chosen another fair bride | |
| And he stabbed her easy and lovingly lay her | |
| Down in her grave by the green wood side | |
| And when he's come home to his own wedding of feasting | |
| And his father asks why he's weeping all so | |
| He says such a bride as a I've seen on this morning | |
| Never another man shall know |
| zuo ci : SainteMarie | |
| Word is up to the king' s dear daughter | |
| And word is spreading all over the land | |
| That' s she' s been betrayed by her own dear brother | |
| That he has chosen another fair hand | |
| Many young man had a song of her beauty | |
| And many a grand deed for her had been done | |
| But within her sights she carried the child | |
| Of her father' s youngest, fairest son | |
| Tell to me no lies | |
| Tell to me no stories | |
| But saddle my good horse and I' ll go and see my own true love | |
| If your words be true ones, then that will mean the end of me | |
| Brother oh brother what lies be these ones | |
| They say your love to another I lose | |
| There' s a child within me of thy very own lineage | |
| And I know it' s I that thou would chose | |
| And have you yet told your father or mother | |
| All that thou has told here to me | |
| And he' s taken off his good braided sword | |
| And I am down beside his knee | |
| No I' ve not told no one but you my dear one | |
| For it' s a secret between us two | |
| And I would come home and quit all my roaming | |
| And spend my days only waiting on you | |
| Too late too late for change my sister | |
| My father has chosen another fair bride | |
| And he stabbed her easy and lovingly lay her | |
| Down in her grave by the green wood side | |
| And when he' s come home to his own wedding of feasting | |
| And his father asks why he' s weeping all so | |
| He says such a bride as a I' ve seen on this morning | |
| Never another man shall know |
| zuò cí : SainteMarie | |
| Word is up to the king' s dear daughter | |
| And word is spreading all over the land | |
| That' s she' s been betrayed by her own dear brother | |
| That he has chosen another fair hand | |
| Many young man had a song of her beauty | |
| And many a grand deed for her had been done | |
| But within her sights she carried the child | |
| Of her father' s youngest, fairest son | |
| Tell to me no lies | |
| Tell to me no stories | |
| But saddle my good horse and I' ll go and see my own true love | |
| If your words be true ones, then that will mean the end of me | |
| Brother oh brother what lies be these ones | |
| They say your love to another I lose | |
| There' s a child within me of thy very own lineage | |
| And I know it' s I that thou would chose | |
| And have you yet told your father or mother | |
| All that thou has told here to me | |
| And he' s taken off his good braided sword | |
| And I am down beside his knee | |
| No I' ve not told no one but you my dear one | |
| For it' s a secret between us two | |
| And I would come home and quit all my roaming | |
| And spend my days only waiting on you | |
| Too late too late for change my sister | |
| My father has chosen another fair bride | |
| And he stabbed her easy and lovingly lay her | |
| Down in her grave by the green wood side | |
| And when he' s come home to his own wedding of feasting | |
| And his father asks why he' s weeping all so | |
| He says such a bride as a I' ve seen on this morning | |
| Never another man shall know |