kenneth williams《The White Knight s Song》[MP3_LRC]

[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com  [00:00.25]The White Knight's Song Lewis Carroll) - Kenneth Williams [00:00.48]I'll tell thee everything I can [00:02.67]There's little to relate [00:03.74]I saw an aged aged man [00:06.43]A-sitting on a gate [00:08.04]Who are you aged man I said [00:11.11]And how is it you live [00:12.64]And his answer trickled through my head [00:14.79]Like water through a sieve [00:17.23]He said I look for butterflies [00:20.49]That sleep among the wheat [00:22.36]I make them into mutton-pies [00:24.50]And sell them in the street [00:26.18]I sell them unto men he said [00:28.64]Who sail on stormy seas [00:31.33]And that's the way I get my bread [00:33.33]A trifle if you please [00:35.43]But I was thinking of a plan [00:37.23]To dye one's whiskers green [00:39.49]And always use so large a fan [00:42.16]That it could not be seen [00:44.92]So having no reply to give [00:46.30]To what the old man said [00:47.67]I cried [00:48.51]Come tell me how you live [00:50.89]And thumped him on the head [00:53.03]His accents mild took up the tale [00:55.30]He said I go my ways [00:58.02]And when I find a mountain-rill [01:00.03]I set it in a blaze [01:02.29]And thence they make a stuff they call [01:05.29]Rowland's Macassar Oil [01:07.76]Yet twopence-halfpenny is all [01:10.41]They give me for my toil [01:13.58]But I was thinking of a way [01:15.46]To feed oneself on batter [01:18.00]And so go on from day to day [01:20.37]Getting a little fatter [01:22.57]I shook him well from side to side [01:24.46]Until his face was blue [01:25.82]Come tell me how you live I cried [01:28.38]And what it is you do [01:30.35]He said I hunt for haddocks eyes [01:33.63]Among the heather bright [01:35.22]And work them into waistcoat-buttons [01:37.27]In the silent night [01:38.78]And these I do not sell for gold [01:41.48]Or coin of silvery shine [01:43.53]But for a copper halfpenny [01:45.61]And that will purchase nine [01:48.31]I sometimes dig for buttered rolls [01:50.73]Or set limed twigs for crabs [01:54.02]I sometimes search the grassy knolls [01:56.36]For wheels of hansom-cabs [01:58.10]And that's the way he gave a wink [02:00.93]By which I get my wealth [02:02.81]And very gladly will I drink [02:05.00]Your Honor's noble health [02:07.86]I heard him then for I had just [02:10.10]Completed my design [02:11.99]To keep the Menai bridge from rust [02:14.83]By boiling it in wine [02:16.84]I thanked him much for telling me [02:19.06]The way he got his wealth [02:20.55]But chiefly for his wish that he [02:23.02]Might drink my noble health [02:25.57]And now if ever by chance I put [02:27.89]My fingers into glue [02:29.69]Or madly squeeze a right-hand foot [02:31.47]Into a left-hand shoe [02:33.03]Or if I drop upon my toe [02:34.59]A very heavy weight [02:35.56]I weep for it reminds me so [02:37.90]Of that old man I used to know [02:40.05]Whose look was mild whose speech was slow [02:42.41]Whose hair was whiter than the snow [02:44.30]Whose face was very like a crow [02:46.51]With eyes like cinders all aglow [02:49.35]Who seemed distracted with his woe [02:51.72]Who rocked his body to and fro [02:54.12]And muttered mumblingly and low [02:56.56]As if his mouth were full of dough [02:58.92]Who snorted like a buffalo [03:00.75]That summer evening long ago [03:03.65]A-sitting on a gate