25 Irish Songs WoO 152:No.18 They bid me slight my Dermot dear (W. Smyth)歌词

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Ludwig van Beethoven
[00:10.60]They bid me slight my Dermot dear,
[00:13.50]For he's of low degree,
[00:16.64]While I my lady's maid am here,
[00:19.82]And of the quality.
[00:22.98]But if my mother would not grieve,
[00:25.80]And if the truth were known,
[00:28.87]Well-pleas'd would I this castle leave,
[00:32.82]And live for him alone.
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[00:46.20]My lady, who is very kind,
[00:49.33]To me will sometimes call,
[00:52.32]And talk of love with scoffing mind,
[00:55.70]And say 'tis folly all.
[00:58.59]Ah! Words like these are finely said,
[01:02.14]And may my lady please,
[01:05.12]For she her own true love has wed,
[01:08.44]And has her heart at ease.
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[01:22.64]Oh, never slight thy Dermot dear,
[01:25.55]Tho' he's of low degree,
[01:28.88]For thou thy lady's maid art here,
[01:32.06]And of the quality.
[01:35.42]For tho' thy mother haply grieve
[01:38.68]When first the truth were known,
[01:41.86]She'll bid thee not thy Dermot leave,
[01:45.24]But live fro him alone.
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[01:59.50]I sit, my love, to think on thee,
[02:02.69]Look o'er the Shannon wide,
[02:06.18]And fancy I thy cabin see
[02:09.52]The lofty elms beside.
[02:12.90]The Shannon waves run very high,
[02:16.11]The little boat I fear;
[02:19.50]No more at night the passage try,
[02:22.95]For winter now is here.
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[02:36.73]There's none like thee, - the king of all,
[02:40.24]At funeral, and at fair;
[02:43.49]My lord's fine man, hat's in the hall,
[02:46.86]Can ne'er with thee compare.
[02:50.12]Thy heart is true, thy heart is warm;
[02:53.60]And so is mine to thee;
[02:57.16]And would my Lord but give the farm,
[03:00.48]How happy should we be!
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