گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Wind in his hair, riding across the night,
life isa jet black mare and a coach in sight.
(Chorus:)
He's a footpad, brigand, he's a tricorned villain
and he's ill met by moonlight.
Hear "stand' deliver" feel a spinechill shiver
for he's ill met by moolight.
Fear the dice he throws, his power to excite,
Love is a dark eyed rose and her bed for the night.
(Chorus)
Back to the Inn, box up the mare,
un-load his spoils, count them with care,
Orders his beef, laughs with his wine, up to her room for the love
he's inclined.
Danger as a friend for betrayal's
an easy slope.
Death is the gallows end of a
hangman's rope.
(Chorus)
