Sheila Kay Adams

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  • Трек: Knoxville Girl
  • Исполнитель (артист): Sheila Kay Adams
  • Длительность 4:36
  • Формат: mp3
  • Битрейт: 320kbps

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  • Текст песни "Sheila Kay Adams - Knoxville Girl"

    (Young Hunting as sung by Sheila Kay Adams, in My Dearest Dear. Ballad taken from English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians collected by Cecil J. Sharp)

    Come in, come in, my old true love
    And spend this night with me
    For I have a bed, it's a very fine bed
    I'll give it up for thee, thee
    I'll give it up for thee

    It's I can't come in, no, I ain't comin' in
    To spend this night with thee
    For I have a wife in the Old Scotland
    This night she waits for me, me
    This night she waits for me

    It's she drove (?) out her little penknife
    It being both keen and sharp
    She stepped up to her own true love
    And stabbed him through his heart, heart
    She stabbed him through his heart

    Woe be, woe be, Lady Margaret – he cried
    Woe be, woe be to thee
    For there ain't no ... (other?) in the whole country
    That I loved any better than thee, thee
    That I loved any better than thee

    Be still, be still, my old true love
    One hour, two or three
    And I will send for a doctor ... (near?)
    To save the life of thee, thee
    To save the life of thee

    It's I can't live, no, I won't live
    From the wound you've given me
    No doctor send, only God's own hand
    Could save my life for me, me
    Could save my life for me

    It's she cried out to her servant maid:
    This thing I promise thee
    If you'll help me on this dark night
    My gown I'll give to thee, thee
    My gown I'll give to thee

    It's she took her (?) hold of his yellow hair
    And the other took up his feet
    The throwed him into the old dry-well
    Which was so cold and deep, deep
    Which was so cold and deep

    Lay there, lay there, my own false love
    Till the flesh rots off on your bones
    And the little ol' wife in the Old Scotland
    Shall mourn for your return, -turn
    Shall mourn for your return

    Up spoke, up spoke a pretty little bird
    All from the willow tree
    There were no girl in the Old Scotland
    That he loved any better than thee, thee
    That he loved any better than thee

    Fly down, fly down, my pretty little dove
    And perch upon my knee
    I'll give you a cage of the purest gold
    Sure beats that willow tree, tree
    Sure beats that willow tree

    I won't come down, no, I ain't comin' down
    To perch upon thy knee
    For you just murdered your own true love
    The same you'd serve to me, me
    The same you'd serve to me

    It's I'll go and get my arrow and my bow
    My arrow and my string
    An' I'll shoot you through your tender little heart
    You never more shall sing, sing
    You never more shall sing

    While you go to get your arrow and your bow
    Your arrow and your string
    I'll fly away on my two little wings
    Forever more I'll sing, sing
    Forever more I'll sing.
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