歌词
Wha wadna be in love
有谁不会爱上
Wi’ bonny Maggy Lawder
漂亮的玛姬·劳德
A piper met her gaun to Fife,
一个风笛手在去法夫郡的路上看见她
And spier’d what was’t they ca’d her
向人们询问她的名字
Right scornfully she answer’d him
她听到之后就轻蔑地回答：
Begone, you hallanshaker;
“滚，你这蠢蛋流浪汉，
Jog on your gate, you bladderskate
哪儿凉快哪儿待着，别在这絮絮叨叨，
My name is Maggie Lawder.
我叫——玛姬·劳德！”
Maggy, quoth he, and by my bags,
“玛姬，”风笛手说道，“我的天啊，
I’m fidging fain to see you
见到你我真是高兴坏了！
Sit down by me, my bonny bird,
坐我边上嘛，我可爱的小鸟
In troth I winna steer thee:
我保证我不会对你动手动脚。
For I’m a piper to my trade,
我是个风笛手，
My name is Rob the Ranter;
大家叫我大嗓门罗布。
The lasses loup as they were daft
只要我一吹起我的风笛，
When I blaw up my chanter.
所有姑娘都为我疯狂。”
Piper, quoth Meg, hae you your bags,
“好吧，风笛手，”玛姬说，
Or is your drone in order?
“拿好你风笛的气囊，再整理整理风笛上的旋管吧
If you be Rob, I’ve heard of you,
如果你就是罗布的话，那我倒是听说过你
Live you upo’ the border?
你就住在边界那里？
The lasses a’, baith far and near,
大嗓门罗布可是远近闻名
Have heard of Rob the Ranter;
所有姑娘们都知道这个名字。
I’ll shak my foot wi’ right good will,
那么，我会为你好好跳上一支舞
Gif you’ll blaw up your chanter.
如果你愿意吹首曲子。”
Then to his bags he flew with speed,
他一听，飞快地拿起他的风笛
About the drone he twisted,
旋紧上面的一根根旋管
Meg up, and wallop’d o’er the green,
玛姬也站起来，她轻巧地跃过草地
For brawly cou’d she frisk it.
她的舞步无比惊艳，身影万分迷人
Weel done, quoth he; Play up, quoth she:
“跳得好！”他说。“再吹使劲些！”她说。
Weel bob’d, quoth Rob the Ranter;
“你跳得真的不错，”罗布说道，
’Tis worth my while to play indeed,
“有这样一位舞者在伴舞
When I hae sic a dancer.
我吹的这趟值了！”
Weel hae you play’d your part, quoth Meg,
“演奏也不赖嘛，”玛姬说，
Your cheeks are like the crimson;
“你这家伙的脸颊怎么红成这样了！
There’s nane in Scotland plays sae weel,
说实话，自从哈比·辛普森死了之后
Since we lost Habbie Simpson.
苏格兰再也没有人能把风笛吹得像你这么棒了。
I’ve liv’d in Fife, baith maid and wife,
从我还是女孩起，直到现在已为人妻，我都住在法夫郡
These ten years and a quarter;
一晃已经十几年了。
Gin you should come to Enster fair,
如果你哪天去了恩斯特的集市
Spier ye for Maggy Lawder.
在那儿找我吧。”
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