paroles de chanson Bonny Lass of Anglesey - Martin Carthy

There he sits and there he stands
Alone and oh what a frightened king is he
Fifteen lords have all come down
To dance and gain the victory
Our king he keeps a good treasure
And he keeps it locked with a silver key
But fifteen lords have all come down
To dance his gold and his lands away
There he stands at the castle high
And oh so loud, so loud I heard him cry:
"Go saddle your horse and bring to me
The bonny lass of Anglesey!"
Some rode North and some rode South
There was some to the East they rode straightway
Spied her there on the mountain high
The bonny lass of Anglesey
Up she starts as white as the milk
Between the king and all of his company
Cries, "What is the price I have to ask
If I do gain the victory?"
"Fifteen ploughs, a house and a mill
I will give to thee till the day thou dies
The fairest knight in all my court
To take your husband for to be."
"Fifteen ploughs, a house and a mill
Come now that′s no prize for the victory
And there's no knight in all your court
That shall have me as a wife to be."
Up she starts as white as the milk
She danced light as a leaf on the broken sea
Till fifteen lords all cried aloud
For the bonny lass of Anglesey
She′s taken fifteen one by one
Saying, "Sweet kind sir, will you dance with me?"
But e'er it's ten o′clock o′ the night
They gave it o'er right shamefully
But up and rose the fifteenth knight
And oh what an angry man was he
He laid aside his buckler and sword
Before he strode so manfully
And he′s danced high and he's danced low
And he has danced the livelong day
He said, "My feet shall be my death
E′er she gains the victory."
"Oh my feet shall be my death
E'er this lass do gain the victory."
But e′er it's ten o'clock o′ the morn
He gave it o′er right shamefully
She's taken the king all by the hand
Saying, "Sweet kind sir, will you walk with me."
But e′er the king has gone one step
She's danced his gold and his land away
Saying, "Fifteen ploughs, a house and a mill
Come now that′s no price for the victory."
And away she's gone with his treasure
The bonny lass of Anglesey
She′s taken all their bucklers swords
She's taken all their gold and their bright money
And back to the mountain she's away
The bonny lass of Anglesey
There′s fifteen lords come a-swaggering down
For to dance and gain the victory
But fifteen lords and one high king
Go all ragged and bare today