| Song | 1952 Vincent Black Lightning |
| Artist | Richard Thompson |
| Album | Rumor And Sigh |
| 作词 : Thompson | |
| Said Red Molly to James that's a fine motorbike | |
| A girl could feel special on any such like | |
| Said James to Red Molly, my hat's off to you | |
| It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952 | |
| And I've seen you at the corners and cafes it seems | |
| Red hair and black leather, my favourite colour scheme | |
| And he pulled her on behind | |
| And down to Boxhill they did ride | |
| Said James to Red Molly, here's a ring for your right hand | |
| But I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous man | |
| I've fought with the law since I was seventeen | |
| I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine | |
| Now I'm 21 years, I might make 22 | |
| And I don't mind dying, but for the love of you | |
| And if fate should break my stride | |
| Then I'll give you my Vincent to ride | |
| Come down, come down, Red Molly, called Sergeant McRae | |
| For they've taken young James Adie for armed robbery | |
| Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside | |
| Oh, come down, Red Molly to his dying bedside | |
| When she came to the hospital, there wasn't much left | |
| He was running out of road, he was running out of breath | |
| But he smiled to see her cry | |
| And said I'll give you my Vincent to ride | |
| Says James, in my opinion, there's nothing in this world | |
| Beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl | |
| Now Nortons and Indians and Greeveses won't do | |
| They don't have a soul like a Vincent 52 | |
| He reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys | |
| He said I've got no further use for these | |
| I see angels on Ariels in leather and chrome | |
| Swooping down from heaven to carry me home | |
| And he gave her one last kiss and died | |
| And he gave her his Vincent to ride |
| zuò cí : Thompson | |
| Said Red Molly to James that' s a fine motorbike | |
| A girl could feel special on any such like | |
| Said James to Red Molly, my hat' s off to you | |
| It' s a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952 | |
| And I' ve seen you at the corners and cafes it seems | |
| Red hair and black leather, my favourite colour scheme | |
| And he pulled her on behind | |
| And down to Boxhill they did ride | |
| Said James to Red Molly, here' s a ring for your right hand | |
| But I' ll tell you in earnest I' m a dangerous man | |
| I' ve fought with the law since I was seventeen | |
| I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine | |
| Now I' m 21 years, I might make 22 | |
| And I don' t mind dying, but for the love of you | |
| And if fate should break my stride | |
| Then I' ll give you my Vincent to ride | |
| Come down, come down, Red Molly, called Sergeant McRae | |
| For they' ve taken young James Adie for armed robbery | |
| Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside | |
| Oh, come down, Red Molly to his dying bedside | |
| When she came to the hospital, there wasn' t much left | |
| He was running out of road, he was running out of breath | |
| But he smiled to see her cry | |
| And said I' ll give you my Vincent to ride | |
| Says James, in my opinion, there' s nothing in this world | |
| Beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl | |
| Now Nortons and Indians and Greeveses won' t do | |
| They don' t have a soul like a Vincent 52 | |
| He reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys | |
| He said I' ve got no further use for these | |
| I see angels on Ariels in leather and chrome | |
| Swooping down from heaven to carry me home | |
| And he gave her one last kiss and died | |
| And he gave her his Vincent to ride |