[00:00.00] 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]