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Roger The Miller

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  • 作词 : Karan Casey
    Young Roger the miller came courting of late
    To a farmer's fine daughter called beautiful Kate
    She had for her fortune a many fine things
    Beautiful silks and gold, diamonds and rings
    Her father, he gave her a neat plot of ground
    She had also a fortune, she had also a fortune of five hundred pounds
    Then the money and supper, they both were laid down
    Well, it was a great sight to see five hundred pounds
    The sight of that money and beauty likewise
    Made Roger's heart greedy and dazzled his eyes
    "Now that your daughter and money is here
    'Tis I will not have her, 'tis I will not have her without that gray mare"
    Then the money and supper were taken from sight
    And likewise young Kathy, his own heart's delight
    Roger was taken and shown out the door
    And ordered not for to come there anymore
    'Twas then he did tear at his long yellow hair
    Saying, "I wish I had never, I wish I had never spoke of that gray mare"
    Now it was when six months, they were over and past
    And Roger the miller, he met with his lass
    "I think I do know you then, madam," said he
    "I am the same way with you, sir," said she
    "A man with your features with fine yellow hair
    Oh he once came a-courting, he once came a-courting my father's gray mare"
    "Well, it was not a-courting the gray mare I came
    But you, my own jewel, my Kathy by name
    I thought that your father would never dispute
    To give me the gray mare with you to boot
    And not to risk lose such a dutiful son
    Oh it's now I am sorry, it's now I am sorry for what I have done"
    "For your sorrow, young Roger, I have little regard
    For there's plenty of men in this town to be had
    If you forgot the gray mare, you'd be married, you see
    But now you have neither the gray mare nor me
    The price of that mare, it was never so great
    Oh fare you well, Roger, oh fare you well, Roger, you're a sorrowful state"
    Now Roger's away to his desolate home
    And he sighs as he sits there and sups all alone
    Kathy, she sings, she is happy and gay
    She has wed a young miller who works the long day
    Lads, when you're courting, be always aware
    To court with a young maid, to court with a young maid and not the gray mare
  • 作词 : Karan Casey
    Young Roger the miller came courting of late
    To a farmer's fine daughter called beautiful Kate
    She had for her fortune a many fine things
    Beautiful silks and gold, diamonds and rings
    Her father, he gave her a neat plot of ground
    She had also a fortune, she had also a fortune of five hundred pounds
    Then the money and supper, they both were laid down
    Well, it was a great sight to see five hundred pounds
    The sight of that money and beauty likewise
    Made Roger's heart greedy and dazzled his eyes
    "Now that your daughter and money is here
    'Tis I will not have her, 'tis I will not have her without that gray mare"
    Then the money and supper were taken from sight
    And likewise young Kathy, his own heart's delight
    Roger was taken and shown out the door
    And ordered not for to come there anymore
    'Twas then he did tear at his long yellow hair
    Saying, "I wish I had never, I wish I had never spoke of that gray mare"
    Now it was when six months, they were over and past
    And Roger the miller, he met with his lass
    "I think I do know you then, madam," said he
    "I am the same way with you, sir," said she
    "A man with your features with fine yellow hair
    Oh he once came a-courting, he once came a-courting my father's gray mare"
    "Well, it was not a-courting the gray mare I came
    But you, my own jewel, my Kathy by name
    I thought that your father would never dispute
    To give me the gray mare with you to boot
    And not to risk lose such a dutiful son
    Oh it's now I am sorry, it's now I am sorry for what I have done"
    "For your sorrow, young Roger, I have little regard
    For there's plenty of men in this town to be had
    If you forgot the gray mare, you'd be married, you see
    But now you have neither the gray mare nor me
    The price of that mare, it was never so great
    Oh fare you well, Roger, oh fare you well, Roger, you're a sorrowful state"
    Now Roger's away to his desolate home
    And he sighs as he sits there and sups all alone
    Kathy, she sings, she is happy and gay
    She has wed a young miller who works the long day
    Lads, when you're courting, be always aware
    To court with a young maid, to court with a young maid and not the gray mare