Lirik Lagu Harris And The Mare - Stan Rogers
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
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- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Harris, my old friend, good to see your face againMore welcome, though, yon trap and that old mareFor the wife is in a swoon, and I am all aloneHarris, fetch thy mare and take us home
The wife and I came out for a quiet glass of stoutAnd a word or two with neighbors in the roomBut young Clary, he came in, as drunk and wild as sinAnd swore the wife would leave the place with him
But the wife as quick as thought said, "No, I'll bloody not"Then struck the brute a blow about the headHe raised his ugly paw, and he lashed her on the jawAnd she fell onto the floor like she were dead
Now Harris, well you know, I've never struck an angry blowNor would I keep a friend who raised his handI was a conscie in the war, cryin' what the hell's this for?But I had to see his blood to be a man
I grabbed him by his coat, spun him 'round and took his throatAnd beat his head upon the parlor doorHe dragged out an awful knife, and he roared "I'll have your life"And he stuck me and I fell onto the floor
Now blood I was from neck to thigh, bloody murder in his eyeAs he shouted out "I'll finish you for sure"But as the knife came down, I lashed out from the groundAnd the knife was in his breast and he rolled o'er
Now with the wife as cold as clay I carried her awayNo hand was raised to help us through the doorAnd I've brought her half a mile, but I've had to rest a whileAnd none of them I'll call a friend no more
For when the knife came down, I was helpless on the groundNo neighbor stayed his hand, I was aloneBy God, I was a man, but now I cannot standPlease, Harris, fetch thy mare, take us home
Oh, Harris, fetch thy mare, and take us out of hereIn my nine and fifty years I've never knownThat to call myself a man, for my loved one I must standNow Harris, fetch thy mare take us home
The wife and I came out for a quiet glass of stoutAnd a word or two with neighbors in the roomBut young Clary, he came in, as drunk and wild as sinAnd swore the wife would leave the place with him
But the wife as quick as thought said, "No, I'll bloody not"Then struck the brute a blow about the headHe raised his ugly paw, and he lashed her on the jawAnd she fell onto the floor like she were dead
Now Harris, well you know, I've never struck an angry blowNor would I keep a friend who raised his handI was a conscie in the war, cryin' what the hell's this for?But I had to see his blood to be a man
I grabbed him by his coat, spun him 'round and took his throatAnd beat his head upon the parlor doorHe dragged out an awful knife, and he roared "I'll have your life"And he stuck me and I fell onto the floor
Now blood I was from neck to thigh, bloody murder in his eyeAs he shouted out "I'll finish you for sure"But as the knife came down, I lashed out from the groundAnd the knife was in his breast and he rolled o'er
Now with the wife as cold as clay I carried her awayNo hand was raised to help us through the doorAnd I've brought her half a mile, but I've had to rest a whileAnd none of them I'll call a friend no more
For when the knife came down, I was helpless on the groundNo neighbor stayed his hand, I was aloneBy God, I was a man, but now I cannot standPlease, Harris, fetch thy mare, take us home
Oh, Harris, fetch thy mare, and take us out of hereIn my nine and fifty years I've never knownThat to call myself a man, for my loved one I must standNow Harris, fetch thy mare take us home
