| Song | Join Our Lusty Chorus |
| Artist | Alasdair Roberts |
| Album | Farewell Sorrow |
| 作曲 : Roberts | |
| Sportsmen, arouse! The morning is clear. | |
| The larks are singing all in the air. | |
| Thy soaring and sweet refrain | |
| Rings out to fill the air before us. | |
| Bring me the fine ale, and the cider and the wine. | |
| Link arms and join our lusty chorus. | |
| Oh Gamekeeper Roberts, please spare me my life, | |
| Though I bagged a brace of fine hair in your forest. | |
| For I'm pledged to a girl who will soon be my wife. | |
| Link arms and join our lusty chorus. | |
| And I knew when I first saw her | |
| I would marry her, oh. | |
| For I sowed the seeds of love | |
| Upon a May morning. | |
| And I knew when I first saw her | |
| I would marry her, oh. | |
| For I sowed the seeds of love | |
| Upon a May morning. | |
| Go tell your sweet lover, | |
| The hounds are out. | |
| Go tell your sweet lover, | |
| The hounds are out. | |
| Go tell your sweet lover, | |
| The hounds are out. | |
| Go tell your sweet lover, | |
| The hounds are out. | |
| Oh Thomas and Bartleby, Gareth and John, | |
| Ryan and Warren, and Hector and Horace, | |
| Come follow, come follow, the musical horns. | |
| Link arms and join our lusty chorus. |
| zuò qǔ : Roberts | |
| Sportsmen, arouse! The morning is clear. | |
| The larks are singing all in the air. | |
| Thy soaring and sweet refrain | |
| Rings out to fill the air before us. | |
| Bring me the fine ale, and the cider and the wine. | |
| Link arms and join our lusty chorus. | |
| Oh Gamekeeper Roberts, please spare me my life, | |
| Though I bagged a brace of fine hair in your forest. | |
| For I' m pledged to a girl who will soon be my wife. | |
| Link arms and join our lusty chorus. | |
| And I knew when I first saw her | |
| I would marry her, oh. | |
| For I sowed the seeds of love | |
| Upon a May morning. | |
| And I knew when I first saw her | |
| I would marry her, oh. | |
| For I sowed the seeds of love | |
| Upon a May morning. | |
| Go tell your sweet lover, | |
| The hounds are out. | |
| Go tell your sweet lover, | |
| The hounds are out. | |
| Go tell your sweet lover, | |
| The hounds are out. | |
| Go tell your sweet lover, | |
| The hounds are out. | |
| Oh Thomas and Bartleby, Gareth and John, | |
| Ryan and Warren, and Hector and Horace, | |
| Come follow, come follow, the musical horns. | |
| Link arms and join our lusty chorus. |