《At Casterbridge Fair by Thomas Hardy》歌词

歌曲： At Casterbridge Fair by Thomas Hardy

所属专辑：Poetry of the British Isles

歌手： Richard Burton

时长： 05:13

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At Casterbridge Fair by Thomas Hardy - Richard Burton[00:00:00]

Sing Ballad singer raise a hearty tune[00:00:00]

Make me forget that there was ever a one[00:00:04]

I walked with in the meek light of the moon[00:00:05]

When the day's work was done[00:00:09]

Rhyme Ballad rhymer start a country song[00:00:12]

Make me forget that she whom I loved well[00:00:15]

Swore she would love me dearly love me long[00:00:17]

Then what I cannot tell[00:00:20]

Sing Ballad singer from your little book[00:00:25]

Make me forget those heart breaks achings fears[00:00:27]

Make me forget her name her sweet sweet look[00:00:31]

Make me forget her tears[00:00:35]

These market dames mid aged with lips thin drawn[00:00:43]

And tissues sere[00:00:47]

Are they the ones we loved in years agone[00:00:49]

And courted here[00:00:52]

Are these the muslined pink young things to whom[00:00:55]

We vowed and swore[00:00:58]

In nooks on summer Sundays by the Froom[00:00:59]

Or Budmouth shore[00:01:03]

Do they remember those gay tunes we trod[00:01:06]

Clasped on the green[00:01:09]

Aye trod till moonlight set on the beaten sod[00:01:11]

A satin sheen[00:01:13]

They must forget forget[00:01:16]

They cannot know[00:01:19]

What once they were[00:01:20]

Or memory would transfigure them and show[00:01:22]

Them always fair[00:01:24]

Black on frowns east on Maidon[00:01:32]

And westward to the sea[00:01:35]

But on neither is his frown laden[00:01:37]

With scorn as his frown on me[00:01:39]

At dawn my heart grew heavy[00:01:42]

I could not sip the wine[00:01:44]

I left the jocund bevy[00:01:46]

And that young man of mine[00:01:48]

The roadside elms pass by me[00:01:51]

Why do I sink with shame[00:01:55]

When the birds a perch there eye me[00:01:56]

They too have done the same[00:02:00]

Nobody took any notice of her[00:02:07]

As she stood on the causey kerb[00:02:09]

All eager to sell her honey and apples[00:02:12]

And bunches of garden herb[00:02:14]

And if she had offered to give her wares[00:02:16]

And herself with them too that day[00:02:18]

I doubt if a soul would have cared to[00:02:21]

Take a bargain so choice away[00:02:23]

But chancing to trace her sunburnt grace[00:02:27]

That morning as I passed nigh[00:02:29]

I went and I said Poor maidy dear[00:02:32]

And will none of the people buy[00:02:36]

And so it began; and soon we knew[00:02:39]

What the end of it all must be[00:02:41]

And I found that though no others had bid[00:02:44]

A prize had been won by me[00:02:47]

And are ye one of Hermitage[00:02:53]

Of Hermitage by Ivel Road[00:02:55]

And do ye know in Hermitage[00:02:58]

A thatch roofed house where sengreens grow[00:02:59]

And does John Waywood live there still[00:03:03]

He of the name that there abode[00:03:05]

When father hurdled on the hill[00:03:07]

Some fifteen years ago[00:03:09]

Does he now speak of Patty Beech[00:03:12]

The Patty Beech he used to see[00:03:13]

Or ask at all if Patty Beech[00:03:17]

Is known or heard of out this way[00:03:19]

Ask ever if she's living yet[00:03:21]

And where her present home may be[00:03:23]

And how she bears life's fag and fret[00:03:25]

After so long a day[00:03:28]

In years agone at Hermitage[00:03:31]

This faded face was counted fair[00:03:33]

None fairer; and at Hermitage[00:03:35]

We swore to wed when he should thrive[00:03:37]

But never a chance had he or I[00:03:41]

And waiting made his wish outwear[00:03:43]

And Time that dooms man's love to die[00:03:46]

Preserves a maid's alive[00:03:50]

The singers are gone from the Cornmarket place[00:03:59]

With their broadsheets of rhymes[00:04:02]

The street rings no longer in treble and bass[00:04:04]

With their skits on the times[00:04:07]

And the Cross lately thronged is a dim naked space[00:04:10]

That but echoes the stammering chimes[00:04:13]

From Clock corner steps[00:04:17]

As each quarter ding dongs[00:04:18]

Away the folk roam[00:04:20]

By the "Hart" and[00:04:22]

Grey's Bridge into byways and drongs[00:04:23]

Or across the ridged loam[00:04:26]

The younger ones shrilling the lately heard songs[00:04:29]

The old saying[00:04:31]

Would we were home[00:04:33]

The shy seeming maiden so mute in the fair[00:04:36]

Now rattles and talks[00:04:38]

And that one who looked the most swaggering there[00:04:40]

Grows sad as she walks[00:04:42]

And she who seemed eaten by cankering care[00:04:45]

In statuesque sturdiness stalks[00:04:48]

And midnight clears High Street of all but the ghosts[00:04:52]

Of its buried burghees[00:04:55]

From the latest far back to those old Roman hosts[00:04:57]

Whose remains one yet sees[00:05:00]

Who loved laughed and fought[00:05:03]

Hailed their friends drank their toasts[00:05:06]

At their meeting times here just as these[00:05:08]