Sheila Nee Iyer 歌词

It was on the banks of a clear, flowing stream That first I accosted that comely young dame And in great confusion I did ask her name Are you Flora, Aurora, or the fame queen of Tyre? She answered, "I'm neither, I'm Sheila Nee Iyer Go rhyming, rogue, let my flocks roam in peace You won't find amongst them that famed Golden Fleece Or the tresses of Helen, that goddess of Greece Have hanked 'round your heart like a doll of desire Be off to your speirbhean," said Sheila Nee Iyer May the sufferings of Sisyphus fall to my share And may I the torments of Tantalus bear To the dark land of Hades let my soul fall an heir Without linnet in song or a note on the lyre If ever I prove false to you, Sheila Nee Iyer Oh had I the wealth of the Orient store Or the gems of Peru or the Mexican ore Or the hand of the Midas to mold o'er and o'er Bright bracelets of gold or of flaming sapphire I'd robe you in splendor, my Sheila Nee Iyer 1