Escucha Martinmas Time/Hornpipe: The Little Stack of Wheat (Live) de Lillebjørn Nilsen & Andy Irvine

Martinmas Time/Hornpipe: The Little Stack of Wheat (Live)

Lillebjørn Nilsen & Andy Irvine

Singer/Songwriter

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RESUMEN

LETRAS

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Lillebjørn Nilsen

Lillebjørn Nilsen

Lead Vocals

Andy Irvine

Lead Vocals

Letras

It fell out upon one Martinmas time

When snow lay on the border

There came a troop of soldiers here

To take up their winter quarters

Chorus:

With me right fol adle eedle idle a-dee-o

With me right fol adle eedle eyrie

And they've rode north and they've rode south

And they've rode o'er the border

And there they met with a nice little girl

And she was a farmer's daughter.

And they made her swear a solemn oath

With a salt tear in her eye-o

That she would come to the quarter gates

When no one did her spy-o

And she's gone to the barber's shop

To the barber's shop went soon-o

Made them cut her long yellow hair

As short as any dragoon-o

And she's gone to the tailor's shop

And dresses in soldiers clothes-o

Two long pistols down by her side

A nice little boy was she-o

And she's gone to the quarter gates

And loudly she does call-o

There comes a troop of soldiers here

And we must have lodgings all-o

And the quartermaster he comes down

He gives her half a crown-o

Go find your lodgings in the town

for tonight there is no room-o

But she's moved nearer to the gates

Louder she does call-o

O Room, room, you gentlemen,

We must have lodgings all-o

And the quartermaster he comes down

He gives her eighteen pence-o

Go find your lodgings in the town

For tonight there comes a wench-o

And she took a whistle from her side

And she blew it loud and shrill-o

You're all very free with your eighteen pence

But you're not for a girl at all-o

And she took the garters from her knees

The ribbons from her hair-o

Tied them around the quarter gates

As a token she's been there-o

And when they found that it was her

They tried to have her taken

But she's clapped her spurs to her horse's side

She's galloped home a maiden.

Written by: Traditional

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