英文经典诗歌赏析：Ballad of the Goodly Fere

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英文经典诗歌赏析：Ballad of the Goodly Fere
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　　Ha' we lost the goodliest fere o' all
7 I  x% C" H/ I9 o) s　　For the priests and the gallows tree?
　　Aye lover he was of brawny men,
  K: P0 [: H- k: ~. I9 p1 K　　O' ships and the open sea.
　　When they came wi' a host to take Our Man
  ^& @2 d6 t0 ~' P+ o8 Z$ d　　His smile was good to see,
　　"First let these go!" quo' our Goodly Fere,
  O5 U" d7 g% d% A5 e　　"Or I'll see ye damned," says he.
/ Y2 `# C, s, a2 Y% @　　Aye he sent us out through the crossed high spears
0 p) ~1 a7 F: C0 b  D$ p" O) e　　And the scorn of his laugh rang free,
' B1 l7 ]) X; ~3 j+ w　　"Why took ye not me when I walked about
4 z5 H% ?6 e' Q; J  H6 [/ k　　Alone in the town?" says he.
　　Oh we drank his "Hale" in the good red wine
) ~5 h. j- i* u, C　　When we last made company,
　　No capon priest was the Goodly Fere
8 ]3 [1 n9 J0 Z" ?, L　　But a man o' men was he.
　　I ha' seen him drive a hundred men
3 }8 e& P! x0 z6 f* M　　Wi' a bundle o' cords swung free,
) n$ `. o# q: d1 ~' ?4 C　　That they took the high and holy house
　　For their pawn and treasury.
　　They'll no' get him a' in a book I think
　　Though they write it cunningly;
4 \! L3 B8 X6 U6 r0 A* o　　No mouse of the scrolls was the Goodly Fere
2 H8 _" @- w; v& u' m& X+ |4 |　　But aye loved the open sea.
. V" D+ g) U; W& x; }/ y  o; N: K　　If they think they ha' snared our Goodly Fere
　　They are fools to the last degree.
　　"I'll go to the feast," quo' our Goodly Fere,
　　"Though I go to the gallows tree."
2 t) W# T% |- |! ]# W0 e4 G　　"Ye ha' seen me heal the lame and blind,
　　And wake the dead," says he,
0 x+ I. y4 z$ i- D, ~0 R2 ]" t　　"Ye shall see one thing to master all:
　　'Tis how a brave man dies on the tree."
& U# d0 O, j; X9 d2 M% w2 g　　A son of God was the Goodly Fere
　　That bade us his brothers be.
! y: c( s: w6 y" m& ~' J7 j; r　　I ha' seen him cow a thousand men.
　　I have seen him upon the tree.
/ H$ n9 Y2 ]# v% G9 W# B( J　　He cried no cry when they drave the nails
! R" E& Y0 [  x9 o1 g　　And the blood gushed hot and free,
　　The hounds of the crimson sky gave tongue
' o: v( a; U3 D- i　　But never a cry cried he.
　　I ha' seen him cow a thousand men
- t. N" _/ k+ ^　　On the hills o' Galilee,
　　They whined as he walked out calm between,
　　Wi' his eyes like the grey o' the sea,
　　Like the sea that brooks no voyaging
　　With the winds unleashed and free,
3 b4 S  s5 M$ H　　Like the sea that he cowed at Genseret
　　Wi' twey words spoke' suddently.
, w- o0 T) g( i! _　　A master of men was the Goodly Fere,
　　A mate of the wind and sea,
　　If they think they ha' slain our Goodly Fere
　　They are fools eternally.
　　I ha' seen him eat o' the honey-comb
　　Sin' they nailed him to the tree.

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