The Earl of Aboyne歌詞

The Earl of Aboyne - June Tabor
The earl of aboyne to london
Has gone and
All his nobles
With him
Sad was the heart
Of his lady fair because she
Could not go with him
The earl of aboyne to london
Has gone and
All his nobles
With him
Better he had stayed at home
Or taken his lady
With him
And as she walked out upon
The green among the
Gentlewomen
Sad was the letter that came to her
Hand that
Her lord was wed in london
And as she looked o'er
The castle wall she saw
Two boys a running
What news what news my bonny
Little boys what news
Have you of london
Good news good news my lady
Gay for the
Earl of aboyne
Is coming
And ere he's within two miles
Of your walls you
Hear his bridles ringing
My groom's all be well
In call and happy
Days they are shining
Gone are days spent
On the stays since the
Lord of aboyne is coming
And my mate's all be well in call
And happier
Flowers are shining
And cover the stair
With herbs sweet and fair and
The floors with the
Finest linen
And deck my body
In the finest
Array and my
Hood of the brightest linen
And my apron shall be of the good silk cloth
Since the earl of aboyne is coming
So stately she stepped
Down the stair to see if
He was coming
And her gown was of the good
Green silk trimmed
With her red silk trimming
She's called to kate her waiting
Maid and jean her
Gentl ewoman
Come fetch me a glass of
The very best wine
To drink his health he's coming
She gone out to the close
To her lord says
Him welcome for your coming
She gone out to the close
To her lord says
Him thrice welcome from
London
If I be of this welcome
As you say
Then kiss me for my coming
For tomorrow should have been
My wedding day if I'd
Stayed any longer in london
She turned the around
With a look of distaste
Says woe's me for your coming
Since tomorrow should have been
Your wedding day then go
Kiss your w in london
My nobles all come mount
Your steed I'm sorry for
My coming
Tonight we shall
Lie at the bonny bogie's
Side since
Tomorrow the course is to london
Tom my man run after him
And beg him
To take me with him
I've asked him once and
I've asked him the
More and it's never
A mile you'll ride with him
Then a year and a day she lived in woe
And the doctors
They were dealing
Until at last her heart
It broke and letters were
Sent to london
When he saw the letters
All edged in black
He's bound to grievest weeping
She is dead that I loved most and I
Had but a heart in keeping
There were fifteen of noblest
Lords that london could provide
Him
From their hose to their
Hat they were all dressed
In black to mourn for
Bonny peggy irvine
And the farther he rode
The sorer he wept for
He had but a heart in keeping
Sooner I had lost
All the lands of aboyne
Than my bonnie peggy irvine