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  • 作词 : Traditional
    作曲 : Traditional
    Away with the buff and the blue
    And away with the cap and feather
    I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
    Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire
    I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
    Her father loves her well, her mother loves her dearer
    I love them better than them both but, man, I can't get near her
    Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire
    I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
    If only I could be lying there aside her
    While I must bide here, my arms'll be denied her
    Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire
    I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
    Her skin is like the silk and her hair is like the silver
    Her breasts are deep and cool, they'll warm when I get near her
    Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire
    I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
    Ah, this love of mine, oh, this love, I am weary
    Sleep I can't get none for thinking of my dearie
    Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire
    I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
    Away with the ?gilded? shield and away with the cap and feather
    I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
    Away with the buff and the blue
    Away with the cap and feather
    I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
    Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire
    I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
  • 作词 : Traditional
    作曲 : Traditional
    Away with the buff and the blue
    And away with the cap and feather
    I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
    Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire
    I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
    Her father loves her well, her mother loves her dearer
    I love them better than them both but, man, I can't get near her
    Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire
    I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
    If only I could be lying there aside her
    While I must bide here, my arms'll be denied her
    Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire
    I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
    Her skin is like the silk and her hair is like the silver
    Her breasts are deep and cool, they'll warm when I get near her
    Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire
    I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
    Ah, this love of mine, oh, this love, I am weary
    Sleep I can't get none for thinking of my dearie
    Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire
    I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
    Away with the ?gilded? shield and away with the cap and feather
    I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
    Away with the buff and the blue
    Away with the cap and feather
    I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire
    Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire
    I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire