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  • 作词 : Traditional
    As I walked out one morning
    In the springtime of the year
    I overheard a sailor boy
    Likewise a lady fair
    They sang a song together
    Made the valleys for to ring
    While the birds on the spray in the meadows gay
    Proclaimed the lovely spring
    Said Willy unto
    NancyOh we soon must sail away
    For its lovely on the water
    To hear the music play
    For our Queen she do want seamen
    So I will not stay on shore
    I will brave the wars for my country
    Where the blund'ring cannons roar
    Poor Nancy fell and fainted
    But soon he brought her to
    For it's there they kissed and there embraced
    And took a fond adieu
    Come change your ring with me my love
    For we may meet once more
    But there's one above that will guard you love
    Where the blund'ring cannons roar
    For pounds it is our bounty
    And that must do for thee
    But to help the aged parents
    While I am on the sea
    For Tower
    Hill is crowded
    With mother's weeping sore
    For their sons are gone to face the war
    Where the blundering cannons roar
  • 作词 : Traditional
    As I walked out one morning
    In the springtime of the year
    I overheard a sailor boy
    Likewise a lady fair
    They sang a song together
    Made the valleys for to ring
    While the birds on the spray in the meadows gay
    Proclaimed the lovely spring
    Said Willy unto
    NancyOh we soon must sail away
    For its lovely on the water
    To hear the music play
    For our Queen she do want seamen
    So I will not stay on shore
    I will brave the wars for my country
    Where the blund'ring cannons roar
    Poor Nancy fell and fainted
    But soon he brought her to
    For it's there they kissed and there embraced
    And took a fond adieu
    Come change your ring with me my love
    For we may meet once more
    But there's one above that will guard you love
    Where the blund'ring cannons roar
    For pounds it is our bounty
    And that must do for thee
    But to help the aged parents
    While I am on the sea
    For Tower
    Hill is crowded
    With mother's weeping sore
    For their sons are gone to face the war
    Where the blundering cannons roar