Shirley Collins Claudy Banks歌词

Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Remember me to one who lives there, For once he was a true love of mine. Tell him to make me a cambric shirt, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Without a seam or needlework, And h

I once loved a boy, a bonny, bonny boy And I loved him, I will vow and protest. I loved him so well, so very, very well, That I built him a bath on my breast. It was through the green valley and up a green hill, Like one that was troubled in mind, I

If you'll meet me at the Red Barn As sure as I have life I will take you to Ipswich Town And there make you my wife." He straight went home and fetched his gun, His pickaxe and his spade. He went unto the Red Barn And there he dug her grave. Come all

It was Yankee the squire As I've heard the men say Who rode out a-huntin' on one Saturday. They hunted all day but nothing they found But a poor murdered woman Laid on the cold ground. About eight o'clock boys the dogs they throwed off on Leatherhead

One evening as I rambled among the leaves so green I overheard a young woman converse with Reynardine. Her hair was black, her eyes were blue, her lips as red as wine And he smiled to gaze upon her did this sly bold Reynardine. He said, "If by chance

Joseph was an old man, and an old man was he When he met Virgin Mary, the queen of Galilee As Mary and Joseph were walking one day To an orchard of cherry trees they chanced for to stay Then Mary said to Joseph, so meek and so mild "Pick me some cher

Loch Lomond By yon bonnie banks, And by yon bonnie braes, Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond, Where we two have passed so many blithesome days On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. Oh! ye'll take the high road and I'll take the low road

Well, there was no reason to believe she＇d always be there But if you don＇t put faith in what you believe in It＇s getting you nowhere Cos it hurts, you never let go Don＇t look down, just look up Cos she＇s always there to behind you, just to remind yo

You called me from the room in your hotel All full of romance for someone that you'd met And telling me how sorry you were, leaving so soon And that you miss me sometimes, when you alone in your room Do I feel lonely too? You have no right to ask me