| Song | Jedidiah 1777 |
| Artist | Eliza Gilkyson |
| Album | Paradise Hotel |
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| 作曲 : Eliza Gilkyson | |
| Jedidiah out in the snow | |
| Walkin' the frozen trenchlines | |
| Wet boots and his wool coat comin' apart at the seams. | |
| Rations of hard-baked dough, | |
| Handfuls of melting snow | |
| What else can a man live on but his dreams? | |
| Not twenty miles away, | |
| in the mansions of Philadelphia, | |
| Loyalists lay their money down on the king. | |
| We've provision enough for the day, | |
| but if victory were just for the wealthy | |
| Our noble cause wouldn't be worth the hardship we're suffering. | |
| Send the cloth for a good waistcoat, | |
| I dream of your hearth and the fields of oat. | |
| I awake to the drum and the trembling note of the fifer. | |
| May it please God in His great mercy, | |
| To shelter our friends and our family. | |
| I remain your son most faithfully, | |
| Jedidiah | |
| I have seen a man, who has seen a man | |
| who has heard the king, | |
| Tell of his intention our independence to declare. | |
| The peace will undoubtedly bring | |
| A great revolution in commerce; | |
| May it be our rightful fortune to come in for a share. | |
| My regards to a certain Miss Moore, | |
| I've stated my honorable intentions for her; | |
| That upon my return from this necessary war she'll be my wife. | |
| May it please God in His great mercy | |
| to restore the joys of domesticity. | |
| Salutations to the family, | |
| Jedidiah | |
| I rejoice that the cause we're engaged in | |
| is in the hands of an Almighty Sovereign; | |
| Who I doubt not is accomplishing the ends of His desire. | |
| My love to you and the fair Miss Moore; | |
| Spare me a bottle from the cellar store, | |
| and in my name let the contents pour, | |
| Jedidiah |
| zuo qu : Eliza Gilkyson | |
| Jedidiah out in the snow | |
| Walkin' the frozen trenchlines | |
| Wet boots and his wool coat comin' apart at the seams. | |
| Rations of hardbaked dough, | |
| Handfuls of melting snow | |
| What else can a man live on but his dreams? | |
| Not twenty miles away, | |
| in the mansions of Philadelphia, | |
| Loyalists lay their money down on the king. | |
| We' ve provision enough for the day, | |
| but if victory were just for the wealthy | |
| Our noble cause wouldn' t be worth the hardship we' re suffering. | |
| Send the cloth for a good waistcoat, | |
| I dream of your hearth and the fields of oat. | |
| I awake to the drum and the trembling note of the fifer. | |
| May it please God in His great mercy, | |
| To shelter our friends and our family. | |
| I remain your son most faithfully, | |
| Jedidiah | |
| I have seen a man, who has seen a man | |
| who has heard the king, | |
| Tell of his intention our independence to declare. | |
| The peace will undoubtedly bring | |
| A great revolution in commerce | |
| May it be our rightful fortune to come in for a share. | |
| My regards to a certain Miss Moore, | |
| I' ve stated my honorable intentions for her | |
| That upon my return from this necessary war she' ll be my wife. | |
| May it please God in His great mercy | |
| to restore the joys of domesticity. | |
| Salutations to the family, | |
| Jedidiah | |
| I rejoice that the cause we' re engaged in | |
| is in the hands of an Almighty Sovereign | |
| Who I doubt not is accomplishing the ends of His desire. | |
| My love to you and the fair Miss Moore | |
| Spare me a bottle from the cellar store, | |
| and in my name let the contents pour, | |
| Jedidiah |
| zuò qǔ : Eliza Gilkyson | |
| Jedidiah out in the snow | |
| Walkin' the frozen trenchlines | |
| Wet boots and his wool coat comin' apart at the seams. | |
| Rations of hardbaked dough, | |
| Handfuls of melting snow | |
| What else can a man live on but his dreams? | |
| Not twenty miles away, | |
| in the mansions of Philadelphia, | |
| Loyalists lay their money down on the king. | |
| We' ve provision enough for the day, | |
| but if victory were just for the wealthy | |
| Our noble cause wouldn' t be worth the hardship we' re suffering. | |
| Send the cloth for a good waistcoat, | |
| I dream of your hearth and the fields of oat. | |
| I awake to the drum and the trembling note of the fifer. | |
| May it please God in His great mercy, | |
| To shelter our friends and our family. | |
| I remain your son most faithfully, | |
| Jedidiah | |
| I have seen a man, who has seen a man | |
| who has heard the king, | |
| Tell of his intention our independence to declare. | |
| The peace will undoubtedly bring | |
| A great revolution in commerce | |
| May it be our rightful fortune to come in for a share. | |
| My regards to a certain Miss Moore, | |
| I' ve stated my honorable intentions for her | |
| That upon my return from this necessary war she' ll be my wife. | |
| May it please God in His great mercy | |
| to restore the joys of domesticity. | |
| Salutations to the family, | |
| Jedidiah | |
| I rejoice that the cause we' re engaged in | |
| is in the hands of an Almighty Sovereign | |
| Who I doubt not is accomplishing the ends of His desire. | |
| My love to you and the fair Miss Moore | |
| Spare me a bottle from the cellar store, | |
| and in my name let the contents pour, | |
| Jedidiah |