She Is Far From The Land - Paul Robeson (罗伯逊)
She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps
And lovers are round her sighing;
But coldly she turns from their gaze and weeps
For her heart in his grave is lying
She sings the wild song of her dear native plains
Every note which he lov'd awaking
Ah little they think who delight in her strains
How the heart of the Minstrel is breaking
He had lov'd for his love for his country he died
They were all that to life had entwin'd him
Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried
Nor long will his love stay behind him
Oh make her a grave where the sun-beams rest
When they promise a glorious morrow;
They'll shine o'er her sleep like a smile from the West
From her own lov'd Island of sorrow
中文：假性阿盖耳罗伯逊氏瞳孔英文翻译：【医】pseudo Argyll Robertson pupil...
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