Bonny Bonny
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Bonny, bonny was my seat in the red rosy yard
And bonny was my ship in the town of Ballynagard
Shade and shelter was for me till I began to fail
You all may guess now my distress
lies near the Nightingale
Grief and woe that I must go to fight for England’s King
I neither know his friend or foe, and war’s a cruel thing
The nightingale is near at hand, my time at home is brief
And Carey’s steams and mountain land
I part with bitter grief
No more I’ll walk the golden hills with Nancy by my side
Or dream along the sun bright rills
or view my land with pride
We sail away at dawn of day, the sails are ready set
When old Benmore I see no more, I’ll sigh with deep regret
Now all must change and I must range across the ocean wide
Our ship she may in Biscay’s Bay lie low beneath the tide
If I should fall by cannon ball, or sink beneath the sea
Good people all, a tear let fall and mourn for mine and me
If God should spare me my greying hair and bring me back again
I’d love far more my Antrim shore
its dark blue hills and rain
Around the fires, my heart’s desires
heaven grant till life shall fail
And keep me far from the cruel war and from the Nightingale
编辑于2008/05/24更新

Bonny Bonny歌词

Cara Dillon[卡兰·迪伦]

简介： Cara Dillon（卡拉·狄龙/卡兰·迪伦），北爱尔兰民谣歌手，英国国籍，天主教徒，1975年7月21日出生于北爱尔兰Londonderry（伦敦德里）（北爱尔兰西北部一自治社区，位于贝

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[00:21.02]Bonny, bonny was my seat in the red rosy yard
[00:31.14]And bonny was my ship in the town of Ballynagard
[00:41.86]Shade and shelter was for me till I began to fail
[00:50.28]You all may guess now my distress
[00:55.88]lies near the Nightingale
[01:06.80]Grief and woe that I must go to fight for England’s King
[01:13.72]I neither know his friend or foe, and war’s a cruel thing
[01:21.04]The nightingale is near at hand, my time at home is brief
[01:28.06]And Carey’s steams and mountain land
[01:32.66]I part with bitter grief
[01:37.88]No more I’ll walk the golden hills with Nancy by my side
[01:46.00]Or dream along the sun bright rills
[01:49.00]or view my land with pride
[01:53.02]We sail away at dawn of day, the sails are ready set
[02:00.04]When old Benmore I see no more, I’ll sigh with deep regret
[02:21.16]Now all must change and I must range across the ocean wide
[02:28.08]Our ship she may in Biscay’s Bay lie low beneath the tide
[02:36.00]If I should fall by cannon ball, or sink beneath the sea
[02:43.02]Good people all, a tear let fall and mourn for mine and me
[02:53.14]If God should spare me my greying hair and bring me back again
[03:00.06]I’d love far more my Antrim shore
[03:04.88]its dark blue hills and rain
[03:08.88]Around the fires, my heart’s desires
[03:12.68]heaven grant till life shall fail
[03:15.50]And keep me far from the cruel war and from the Nightingale
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