作词 : Anne Hunter
作曲 : Franz Joseph Haydn
My mother bids me bind my hair
With bands of rosy hue
Tie up my sleeves with ribands rare
And lace my bodice blue
Tie up my sleeves with ribands rare
And lace, and lace my bodice blue
For why, she cries, sit still and weep
While others dance and play?
Alas! I scarce can go, or creep,
While Lubin is away
Alas! I scarce can go, or creep
While Lubin is away
While Lubin is away, is away, is away
'Tis sad to think the days are gone
When those we love are near
I sit upon this mossy stone
And sigh when none can hear
I sit up on this mossy stone
And sigh, and sigh, when none can hear
And while I spin my flaxen thread
And sing my simple lay
The village seems asleep, or dead
Now Lubin is away
The village seems asleep, or dead
Now Lubin is away
Now Lubin is away, is away, is away