25 Irish Songs WoO 152:No.18 They bid me slight my Dermot dear (W. Smyth)-Ursula Smith/Marieke Blankestijn/Felicity Lott/Malcolm Martineau/John Mark Ainsley

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Ludwig van Beethoven [00:10.60]They bid me slight my Dermot dear, [00:13.50]For he's of low degree, [00:16.64]While I my lady's maid am here, [00:19.82]And of the quality. [00:22.98]But if my mother would not grieve, [00:25.80]And if the truth were known, [00:28.87]Well-pleas'd would I this castle leave, [00:32.82]And live for him alone. [00:35.87] [00:46.20]My lady, who is very kind, [00:49.33]To me will sometimes call, [00:52.32]And talk of love with scoffing mind, [00:55.70]And say 'tis folly all. [00:58.59]Ah! Words like these are finely said, [01:02.14]And may my lady please, [01:05.12]For she her own true love has wed, [01:08.44]And has her heart at ease. [01:11.50] [01:22.64]Oh, never slight thy Dermot dear, [01:25.55]Tho' he's of low degree, [01:28.88]For thou thy lady's maid art here, [01:32.06]And of the quality. [01:35.42]For tho' thy mother haply grieve [01:38.68]When first the truth were known, [01:41.86]She'll bid thee not thy Dermot leave, [01:45.24]But live fro him alone. [01:48.45] [01:59.50]I sit, my love, to think on thee, [02:02.69]Look o'er the Shannon wide, [02:06.18]And fancy I thy cabin see [02:09.52]The lofty elms beside. [02:12.90]The Shannon waves run very high, [02:16.11]The little boat I fear; [02:19.50]No more at night the passage try, [02:22.95]For winter now is here. [02:25.98] [02:36.73]There's none like thee, - the king of all, [02:40.24]At funeral, and at fair; [02:43.49]My lord's fine man, hat's in the hall, [02:46.86]Can ne'er with thee compare. [02:50.12]Thy heart is true, thy heart is warm; [02:53.60]And so is mine to thee; [02:57.16]And would my Lord but give the farm, [03:00.48]How happy should we be! [03:03.51]