Ox Driving Song 歌词

Crack the whip and bring the blood. Make the leaders take the mud. We've got the wheels And we turn them around. One long hard pull and we're on hard ground, Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o. Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o. Timaride-i-o, Timaride-i-o. Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o. On the fourteenth day of October-o, I hitched my team in order-o To try the hills Of Saludio. Timaro, Timaride-i-o, Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o. Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o. Timaride-i-o, Timaride-i-o. Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o. When I got there, the hills were steep, Would make another person weep To hear me cuss And crack my whip. And see the oxen pull and slip. Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o. Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o. Timaride-i-o, Timaride-i-o. Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o. When I get home among my friends, That's where my toil and trouble ends And bid adieu To the whip and line. And ride no more in the winter time. Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o. Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o. Timaride-i-o, Timaride-i-o. Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o. Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o, Timaro, Timaro, Timaride-i-o, Tima ride-i-o! o! o! (spoken) Yeah!