B**r
发帖数: 2109 | 1 是不是大多数白澳是英国罪犯的后代？
英国那时候女罪犯也那么多吗？
除英国外，还有其他欧洲罪犯送澳洲吗？ | R*****d
发帖数: 1148 | 2 哈哈，这些问题可以写书了。来段儿轻松的，十九世纪某英国/爱尔兰吊丝的遭遇。。
。演唱者的歌词可能同下面几段文字有些小出入。。。对了，补一句，Van Diemen's
Land = 塔斯马尼亚
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CBRQM0vErH8
In a neat little town they call Belfast,
Apprenticed to trade I was bound;
And many an hour with sweet happiness,
I spent in that neat little town;
Till bad misfortune came o'er me,
And caused me to stray from the land;
Far away from me friends and relations,
To follow the black velvet band.
Her eyes they shone like the diamond,
You'd think she was queen of the land;
And her hair hung over her shoulder,
Tied up with a black velvet band.
Well, I was out strolling one evening,
Not meaning to go very far;
When I met with a pretty young damsel,
Just selling her trade in a bar;
When a watch she took from a customer,
And slipped it right into my hand;
Then the law came and put me in prison,
Bad luck to her black velvet band.
Her eyes they shone like the diamond,
You'd think she was queen of the land;
And her hair hung over her shoulder,
Tied up with a black velvet band.
Next morning before judge and jury,
For trial I had to appear;
Then the judge he said, "My young fellow,
The case against you is quite clear;
And seven long years is your sentence,
You're going to Van Dieman's Land;
Far away from your friends and relations,
To follow the black velvet band."
Her eyes they shone like the diamond,
You'd think she was queen of the land;
And her hair hung over her shoulder,
Tied up with a black velvet band.
So, come all you jolly young fellows,
I'll have you take warning by me;
And whenever you're out on the liquor, me lads,
Beware of the pretty colleens;
Or they'll fill you with whiskey and porter,
Till you are not able to stand;
And the very next thing that you know, me lads
You've landed in Van Dieman's Land.
Her eyes they shone like the diamond,
You'd think she was queen of the land;
And her hair hung over her shoulder,
Tied up with a black velvet band.
Her eyes they shone like the diamond,
You'd think she was queen of the land;
And her hair hung over her shoulder,
Tied up with a black velvet band. |
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