ฟังเพลงI Have a Song to Sing, O!

I Have a Song to Sing, O! - Martyn Green/June Bronhill

I have a song to sing o

Sing me your song o

It is sung to the moon by a love lorn loon

Who fled from the mocking throng o

It's the song of a merry man moping mum

Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum

Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb

As he sighed for the love of a lady

Hey-di hey-di misery me lack a day de

He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb

As he sighed for the love of a lady

I have a song to sing o

What is your song o

It is sung with the ring

Of the songs maids sing

Who loved with a love life long o

It's a song of a merry maid peerly proud

Who loved a lord and who laughed aloud

At the moan of the merry man moping mum

Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum

Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb

As he sighed for the love of a lady

Hey-di hey-di misery me lack a day de

He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb

As he sighed for the love of a lady

I have a song to singo

Sing me your song o

It is sung to the knell

Of a church-yard bell

And a doleful dirge ding-dong o

It's a song of a popinjay bravely born

Who turned up his noble nose with scorn

At the humble merry maid peerly proud

Who loved a lord and who laughed aloud

At the moan of a merry man moping mum

Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum

Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb

As he sighed for the love of a lady

Hey-di hey-di misery me lack a day de

He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb

As he sighed for the love of a lady

I have a song to sing o

Sing me a song o

It is sung with a sigh

And a tear in the eye

For it tells of a righted wrong o

It's a song of the merry maid once so gay

Who turned on her heel and tripped away

From the peacock popinjay bravely born

Who turned up his noble nose with scorn

At the humble heart that he did not prize

So she begged on her knees with downcast eyes

For the love of the merry man moping mum

Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum

Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb

As he sighed for the love of a lady

Hey-di hey-di misery me lack a day de

His pains were over and he sighed no more

For he lived in the love of a lady

Hey-di hey-di misery me lack a day de

His pains were over and he sighed no more

For he lived in the love of a lady