The Lass With The Delicate Air - Julie Andrews (茱莉·安德鲁斯)-歌词

The Lass With The Delicate Air - Julie Andrews (茱莉·安德鲁斯)

Young Molly who lived at the foot of the hill

Who's fame every virgin with envy doth feel

Of beauty is blessed with and so ample a share

Then call her the lass with the delicate air

With the delicate air

Men call her the lass with the delicate air

By a murmuring brook on a green mossy bed

A chaplet come oozing the fair one was laid

Surprised and transported I could not forbear

With rapture to gaze on her delicate air

On her delicate air

With rapture to gaze on her delicate air

A thousand times over I repeated my suit

But still the tormentor affects to be mute

Then tell me he swains who have conquered the fair

How to win the dear lass with the delicate air

With the delicate air

How to win the dear lass with the delicate air