Two Songs from the Repertoire of John Goss: II. Mrs Dyer, the Baby Farmer - Roderick Williams/John Talbot.mp3

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Ernest John Moeran
[00:06.620]The old baby farmer has been executed
[00:11.050]It's quite time the she was put out of the way
[00:15.030]She was a bad woman, it is not disputed
[00:19.425]Not a word in her favour can anyone say
[00:23.880]The old baby farmer the wretched Mrs Dyer
[00:28.320]At the Old Bailey her wages is paid
[00:32.550]In times long ago we'd have made a big fire
[00:37.010]And roasted so nicely that wicked old jade
[00:44.350]It seems rather hard to run down a woman
[00:48.685]But this one was hardly a woman at all,
[00:52.715]To get a fine living in way so inhuman,
[00:57.080]Carousing in luxury on poor girls' downfall.
[01:01.205]The old baby farmer the wretched Mrs Dyer,
[01:05.820]At the Old Bailey her wages is paid,
[01:09.860]In times long ago we'd have made a big fire,
[01:14.310]And roasted so nicely that wicked old jade.
[01:20.935]Poor girls who fell down from the straight path of virtue
[01:25.860]What could they do with a child in their arms?
[01:29.870]The fault they committed they could not undo
[01:33.970]So the baby was sent to the cruel baby farm.
[01:38.050]The old baby farmer the wretched Mrs Dyer,
[01:42.435]At the Old Bailey her wages is paid,
[01:46.380]In times long ago we'd have made a big fire,
[01:50.610]And roasted so nicely that wicked old jade.
[01:57.575]To all these sad crimes there must be an ending,
[02:02.140]Secrets like these forever can't last
[02:05.995]For say as you like, there is no defending,
[02:10.285]The horrible tales we have read in the past.
[02:14.100]The old baby farmer the wretched Mrs Dyer,
[02:18.530]At the Old Bailey her wages is paid,
[02:22.560]In times long ago we'd have made a big fire,
[02:26.840]And roasted so nicely that wicked old jade.
[02:34.095]What did she think she stood on the gallows?
[02:38.300]Poor little victims in front of her eyes
[02:42.205]Her heart, if she had one, must have been callous,
[02:46.195]The rope round her neck - how quickly time fly
[02:50.115]The old baby farmer the wretched Mrs Dyer,
[02:54.510]At the Old Bailey her wages is paid,
[02:58.500]In times long ago we'd have made a big fire,
[03:02.840]And roasted so nicely that wicked old jade.
[03:10.235]Down through the trapdoor, quickly disappearing
[03:15.525]The old baby farmer to eternity home
[03:21.165]The sound of her own death-bell she was hearing
[03:26.695]The murderess of children was sent from this world.
[03:32.335]The old baby farmer the wretched Mrs Dyer,
[03:36.955]At the Old Bailey her wages is paid,
[03:40.895]In times long ago we'd have made a big fire,
[03:46.685]And roasted so nicely that wicked old jade.