| Song | The Holland Handkerchief |
| Artist | Connie Dover |
| Album | If Ever I Return |
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| 作曲 : Traditional | |
| A wealthy squire lived in our town; | |
| he was a man of very high renown. | |
| He had a daughter, a beauty bright, | |
| and the name he called her was his Heart's Delight. | |
| And many is the young man to court her came, | |
| but none of them could her favor gain; | |
| till there came one of the low degree, | |
| and among them all she did fancy he. | |
| But when her father he came to know | |
| that his lovely daughter loved this young man so, | |
| over fifty miles he sent her away, | |
| all to deprive her of her wedding day. | |
| One night as she lay in her bedroom, | |
| her love appeared from out the gloom. | |
| He touched her hand and to her did say, | |
| 'Arise my darling and come away.' | |
| With this young man she got on behind, | |
| and they rode swifter than any wind. | |
| They rode on for an hour or more, | |
| till he cried, 'My darling, my head feels sore!' | |
| Her Holland handkerchief she then took out | |
| and with it wrapped his aching head about. | |
| She kissed his lips and to him did say, | |
| 'My love you are colder than any clay.' | |
| When they arrived at her father's gate | |
| he cried, 'Get down love the hour is late! | |
| Get down get down love and go to bed. | |
| I'll se this noble horse is groomed and fed.' | |
| When she arrived in her father's hall, | |
| 'Who's there, who's there?' her own father called. | |
| 'It is I dear father you sent for me; | |
| My love was the messenger was sent by thee.' | |
| 'Oh no my daughter that ne'er can be. | |
| Your words are false and you lie to me; | |
| for on yon far mountain your true love died, | |
| and in yon green graveyard his body lies.' | |
| The truth had dawned upon this maiden brave, | |
| and with her friends she exposed the grave; | |
| where lay her love although nine months dead | |
| with the Holland handkerchief around his head. |
| zuo qu : Traditional | |
| A wealthy squire lived in our town | |
| he was a man of very high renown. | |
| He had a daughter, a beauty bright, | |
| and the name he called her was his Heart' s Delight. | |
| And many is the young man to court her came, | |
| but none of them could her favor gain | |
| till there came one of the low degree, | |
| and among them all she did fancy he. | |
| But when her father he came to know | |
| that his lovely daughter loved this young man so, | |
| over fifty miles he sent her away, | |
| all to deprive her of her wedding day. | |
| One night as she lay in her bedroom, | |
| her love appeared from out the gloom. | |
| He touched her hand and to her did say, | |
| ' Arise my darling and come away.' | |
| With this young man she got on behind, | |
| and they rode swifter than any wind. | |
| They rode on for an hour or more, | |
| till he cried, ' My darling, my head feels sore!' | |
| Her Holland handkerchief she then took out | |
| and with it wrapped his aching head about. | |
| She kissed his lips and to him did say, | |
| ' My love you are colder than any clay.' | |
| When they arrived at her father' s gate | |
| he cried, ' Get down love the hour is late! | |
| Get down get down love and go to bed. | |
| I' ll se this noble horse is groomed and fed.' | |
| When she arrived in her father' s hall, | |
| ' Who' s there, who' s there?' her own father called. | |
| ' It is I dear father you sent for me | |
| My love was the messenger was sent by thee.' | |
| ' Oh no my daughter that ne' er can be. | |
| Your words are false and you lie to me | |
| for on yon far mountain your true love died, | |
| and in yon green graveyard his body lies.' | |
| The truth had dawned upon this maiden brave, | |
| and with her friends she exposed the grave | |
| where lay her love although nine months dead | |
| with the Holland handkerchief around his head. |
| zuò qǔ : Traditional | |
| A wealthy squire lived in our town | |
| he was a man of very high renown. | |
| He had a daughter, a beauty bright, | |
| and the name he called her was his Heart' s Delight. | |
| And many is the young man to court her came, | |
| but none of them could her favor gain | |
| till there came one of the low degree, | |
| and among them all she did fancy he. | |
| But when her father he came to know | |
| that his lovely daughter loved this young man so, | |
| over fifty miles he sent her away, | |
| all to deprive her of her wedding day. | |
| One night as she lay in her bedroom, | |
| her love appeared from out the gloom. | |
| He touched her hand and to her did say, | |
| ' Arise my darling and come away.' | |
| With this young man she got on behind, | |
| and they rode swifter than any wind. | |
| They rode on for an hour or more, | |
| till he cried, ' My darling, my head feels sore!' | |
| Her Holland handkerchief she then took out | |
| and with it wrapped his aching head about. | |
| She kissed his lips and to him did say, | |
| ' My love you are colder than any clay.' | |
| When they arrived at her father' s gate | |
| he cried, ' Get down love the hour is late! | |
| Get down get down love and go to bed. | |
| I' ll se this noble horse is groomed and fed.' | |
| When she arrived in her father' s hall, | |
| ' Who' s there, who' s there?' her own father called. | |
| ' It is I dear father you sent for me | |
| My love was the messenger was sent by thee.' | |
| ' Oh no my daughter that ne' er can be. | |
| Your words are false and you lie to me | |
| for on yon far mountain your true love died, | |
| and in yon green graveyard his body lies.' | |
| The truth had dawned upon this maiden brave, | |
| and with her friends she exposed the grave | |
| where lay her love although nine months dead | |
| with the Holland handkerchief around his head. |