《The Black Matilda》歌词

[00:03:06] By the windy shores o Canada bay I broke my fast for Lucia's day,

[00:03:06] A beguiling figure she blew my way & rattled me rovin' heart,

[00:03:06] The snipers crack, the metronome of pricy heels on polished stone,

[00:03:06] That I were soon to call my own by way o' the ancient art.

[00:03:06] I were cozened by a whiff-o-the-whim that scours the Costa harryin',

[00:03:06] The likes o' men who've lost the lamp, the rudderless and bewildered,

[00:03:06] The sands below are littered wi' bones o' those who've taken a belly o' stones,

[00:03:06] And turned their backs on wives & homes to follow the black Matilda.

[00:03:06] Ho-ro m'lovelies cross yer hearts & hope to die,

[00:03:06] If e'er ye're drawn beneath a murky fathom of her eye,

[00:03:06] Ho-ro my lovelies kiss yer arse a fond goodbye,

[00:03:06] Ye'll never again be able to lift yer head so bloody high.

[00:03:06] For even the boys of Inverary know, from Tortuga to Jericho,

[00:03:06] She took three hundred souls below off the deck o' the Andalusia,

[00:03:06] The poets and the Sages tried to warn us down the ages,

[00:03:06] Their blood drips from the pages where they tell o' the Black Matilda.

[00:03:06] She pursed her lips & spun a tune as fine as any silk cocoon,

[00:03:06] That's ever left McEacherns loom & held me there in a tawper,

[00:03:06] A bastard I was born y'ken? I lived as tho' I'd never end,

[00:03:06] I'll die a disenchanted man, they'll bury me as a pauper,

[00:03:06] For men have drowned & men have swung, the brig at Iron Cove were hung,

[00:03:06] Wi' a garland of the old, the young, all battered & unfamiliar,

[00:03:06] Theres no poetry theres no tune, no point in howlin' at the moon,

[00:03:06] A caution to ye very soon ye'll waltz yer Black Matilda.

[00:03:06] By the windy shores O' Canada bay I blew my friggin brains away,

[00:03:06] Its not as tho' i'm proud to say, its not as tho I coulda killed her,

[00:03:06] I'm off to Hells begotten shores where men like me have sailed before,

[00:03:06] And they shall sail forever more in the name o' the Black Matilda.

[00:03:06] Ho-Ro m'lovelies cross yer hearts & hope to die,

[00:03:06] Its enough to make ye cry, enough to make ye cry!

[00:03:06] Ho-Ro m'lovelies kiss yer arse a fond goodbye,

[00:03:06] Its enough to make ye cry, enough to make ye DIE!.