| Song | The Old Men of the Shells |
| Artist | Alasdair Roberts |
| Album | Amber Gatherers |
| 作曲 : Roberts | |
| As I roved out one Shrovetide Eve | |
| Among the bramble and the cloudberry | |
| It's then I heard a melody | |
| A-blowing over the Northern Sea: | |
| The song of the old men of the shells | |
| The old men of the shells, my boys | |
| The old men of the shells | |
| I left the ones who love me well | |
| To find my home in the ocean swells | |
| And follow the old men of the shells | |
| I made my bed so shallow | |
| Among the marigold and marshmallow | |
| It's then I heard the old men say | |
| "Why deny the sea her prey? | |
| Come follow the old men of the shells" | |
| So deeper, deeper I made my home | |
| Among the samphire, among the ocean foam | |
| The curlew call my curfew bell | |
| Leads me to my bed of pearls | |
| To lie with the old men of the shells | |
| And though the words they sang were few | |
| They had the ring of something true | |
| I listened long and began to sing | |
| They way the unfledged bird takes the wing | |
| I sang with the old men of the shells | |
| I cast around to find my tune | |
| Thinking to sing the song all alone | |
| But wise words on a foolish tongue | |
| Howsoever sweet they be sung | |
| They jangle like the brassy bells of hell | |
| They'll never please the old men of the shells | |
| The old men of the shells, my boys | |
| The old men of the shells | |
| I left the ones who love me well | |
| To find my home in the ocean swell | |
| And follow the old men of the shells |
| zuò qǔ : Roberts | |
| As I roved out one Shrovetide Eve | |
| Among the bramble and the cloudberry | |
| It' s then I heard a melody | |
| Ablowing over the Northern Sea: | |
| The song of the old men of the shells | |
| The old men of the shells, my boys | |
| The old men of the shells | |
| I left the ones who love me well | |
| To find my home in the ocean swells | |
| And follow the old men of the shells | |
| I made my bed so shallow | |
| Among the marigold and marshmallow | |
| It' s then I heard the old men say | |
| " Why deny the sea her prey? | |
| Come follow the old men of the shells" | |
| So deeper, deeper I made my home | |
| Among the samphire, among the ocean foam | |
| The curlew call my curfew bell | |
| Leads me to my bed of pearls | |
| To lie with the old men of the shells | |
| And though the words they sang were few | |
| They had the ring of something true | |
| I listened long and began to sing | |
| They way the unfledged bird takes the wing | |
| I sang with the old men of the shells | |
| I cast around to find my tune | |
| Thinking to sing the song all alone | |
| But wise words on a foolish tongue | |
| Howsoever sweet they be sung | |
| They jangle like the brassy bells of hell | |
| They' ll never please the old men of the shells | |
| The old men of the shells, my boys | |
| The old men of the shells | |
| I left the ones who love me well | |
| To find my home in the ocean swell | |
| And follow the old men of the shells |