| Song | Henry Clark |
| Artist | Seth Lakeman |
| Album | Kitty Jay |
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| 作曲 : Lakeman, Traditional | |
| Worthy of a friendship lying underneath a stone, | |
| He was a proper master, all of a ship his own. | |
| For houses and great land many gold in store, | |
| I know he'd spent the whole lot and would again I'm sure. | |
| The blackbirds are singing, | |
| At the breaking of the day, | |
| When poor old Henry Clark, | |
| Left and went away. | |
| For twenty years he scarcely slept upon a proper bed. | |
| Sleepin' with that faint heart inside a weary head, | |
| In the weeks he'd gaze out over Plymouth bay, | |
| To show off all those great girls when the boys are back one day. | |
| Chorus | |
| Now his days are over for he was taken ill. | |
| Carried to a workhouse all against his will, | |
| But being just a mortal he lived a life quite tired, | |
| He only lived for one month then his world expired. | |
| Chorus |
| zuo qu : Lakeman, Traditional | |
| Worthy of a friendship lying underneath a stone, | |
| He was a proper master, all of a ship his own. | |
| For houses and great land many gold in store, | |
| I know he' d spent the whole lot and would again I' m sure. | |
| The blackbirds are singing, | |
| At the breaking of the day, | |
| When poor old Henry Clark, | |
| Left and went away. | |
| For twenty years he scarcely slept upon a proper bed. | |
| Sleepin' with that faint heart inside a weary head, | |
| In the weeks he' d gaze out over Plymouth bay, | |
| To show off all those great girls when the boys are back one day. | |
| Chorus | |
| Now his days are over for he was taken ill. | |
| Carried to a workhouse all against his will, | |
| But being just a mortal he lived a life quite tired, | |
| He only lived for one month then his world expired. | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Lakeman, Traditional | |
| Worthy of a friendship lying underneath a stone, | |
| He was a proper master, all of a ship his own. | |
| For houses and great land many gold in store, | |
| I know he' d spent the whole lot and would again I' m sure. | |
| The blackbirds are singing, | |
| At the breaking of the day, | |
| When poor old Henry Clark, | |
| Left and went away. | |
| For twenty years he scarcely slept upon a proper bed. | |
| Sleepin' with that faint heart inside a weary head, | |
| In the weeks he' d gaze out over Plymouth bay, | |
| To show off all those great girls when the boys are back one day. | |
| Chorus | |
| Now his days are over for he was taken ill. | |
| Carried to a workhouse all against his will, | |
| But being just a mortal he lived a life quite tired, | |
| He only lived for one month then his world expired. | |
| Chorus |