《The Bedmaking》歌词

[00:00:00] The Bedmaking - Martin Carthy

[00:00:20] Me father he was a good old man

[00:00:23] He put me to service when I was very young

[00:00:26] Me missus and me we never could agree

[00:00:28] Because that my master he would love me

[00:00:31] Missus sent me all upstairs to the loft

[00:00:33] To make up a bed both neat and soft

[00:00:36] Master followed after with a gay gold ring

[00:00:38] Saying Betty have this for your bedmaking

[00:00:41] All through the kitchen and down through the hall

[00:00:44] All through the parlour among the women all

[00:00:46] Master followed up with a gay gold ring

[00:00:49] Saying Betty have this for your bedmaking

[00:01:02] Missus come upstairs in a great haste

[00:01:04] Caught the master there with his arm round me waist

[00:01:07] From the top to the bottom she did him fling

[00:01:09] Saying master take that for your bedmaking

[00:01:12] All through the kitchen and down through the hall

[00:01:15] All through the parlour among the women all

[00:01:17] Everybody asked me wherever I had been

[00:01:20] And they laughed when I said

[00:01:21] At the bedmaking

[00:01:33] Mistress she flung me out of the door

[00:01:35] She called me a nasty cheeky little whore

[00:01:38] The weather being wet and my clothes being thin

[00:01:40] How I wished I was back at the bedmaking

[00:02:09] Six month over and seven month past

[00:02:12] Pretty fair maid grew thick about the waist

[00:02:15] Her stays wouldn't meet nor her pinafore pin

[00:02:17] She cried when she thought of the bedmaking

[00:02:20] Eight month over and nine month gone

[00:02:22] Pretty fair maid had a beautiful son

[00:02:25] She's took him to the church she had him christened John

[00:02:27] And she took him back again to the dear old man

[00:02:31] She cursed him through the kitchen and down through the hall

[00:02:33] Cursed him through the parlour among the women all

[00:02:36] Saying if you won't pay me take your little son John

[00:02:39] Cos he never cost you nothing but the bedmaking