笨小笨I. On Wenlock Edge歌词由Alessandro Fisher&William Vann&Navarra Quartet&Ralph Vaughan Williams&A E Housman演唱，出自专辑《Venables and Vaughan Williams: Portraits of a Mind; On Wenlock Edge; Four Hymns》，下面是《I. On Wenlock Edge》完整版歌词！
I. On Wenlock Edge歌词完整版
ON WENLOCK EDGE
On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble
His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;
The gale, it plies the saplings double,
And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
‘Twould blow like this through holt and hanger
When Uricon* the city stood:
‘Tis the old wind in the old anger,
But then it threshed another wood.
Then, ‘twas before my time, the Roman
At yonder heaving hill would stare:
The blood that warms an English yeoman,
The thoughts that hurt him, they were there.
There, like the wind through woods in riot,
Through him the gale of life blew high;
The tree of man was never quiet:
Then ‘twas the Roman, now ‘tis I.
The gale, it plies the saplings double,
It blows so hard, ‘twill soon be gone:
To-day the Roman and his trouble
Are ashes under Uricon.
