โหลดเพลง mp3 A Shropshire Lad: V. "The lads in their hundreds" - Ian Bostridge

V. "The lads in their hundreds" - Ian Bostridge
Composed by：George Butterworth
The lads in their hundreds to
Ludlow come in for the fair
There's men from the barn and the
Forge and the mill and the fold
The lads for the girls and
The lads for the liquor are there
And there with the rest are
The lads that will never be old
There's chaps from the town and
The field and the till and the cart
And many to count are the stalwart
And many the brave
And many the handsome of face and the handsome of heart
And few that will carry their looks
Or their truth to the grave
I wish one could know them
I wish there were tokens to tell
The fortunate fellows that now you can never discern
And then one could talk with them
Friendly and wish them farewell
And watch them depart on the way that
They will not return
But now you may stare as you like
And there's nothing to scan
And brushing your elbow unguessed-at and not to be told
They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man
The lads that will die in their glory and never be old