[00:01.590]Music：Sir Frederick Bridge （1844-1924）
[00:02.101]Words：F.E. Weatherley （1848-1929）
[00:02.579]Translation：
[00:03.067]She was a pretty little gosling,
[00:04.638]And a gay young gosling he;
[00:07.586]“And I love you”,he said “so dearly”
[00:10.625]“And I love you too” said she.
[00:16.188]“But alas! we must part,”
[00:20.379]He whispered, “I am off to the the world so wide;
[00:25.469]But love, don’t fear, I’ll come next year.
[00:34.963]And make you and make you my little bride?
[00:42.132](Boo~Boo)
[00:53.179]’Twas Michaelmas day at morning，
[00:55.757]That he came home once more,
[00:58.676]He met his true love’s mother,
[01:01.196]And oh! she was weeping sore.
[01:06.637]“Too late you have come” she whispered,
[01:12.351]“They’ve taken your love away.
[01:16.571]She never will be your bride, ah, me!
[01:27.003]For she’s going, she’s going to be cooked today!
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[01:44.618]Then up he went to the farmhouse;
[01:47.328]“Where is my love?” he said;
[01:49.670]But the famers wife she seized a knife
[01:51.965]and cut off hit little head.
[01:54.557]And she served him up with his true love,
[01:59.342]On a dish so deep and wide,
[02:06.682]So though in life they were parted,
[02:19.844]In death they were side by side.
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