A Shropshire Lad: V. "The lads in their hundreds" - Ian Bostridge

作曲：George Butterworth

The lads in their hundreds to

Ludlow come in for the fair

There's men from the barn and the

Forge and the mill and the fold

The lads for the girls and

The lads for the liquor are there

And there with the rest are

The lads that will never be old

There's chaps from the town and

The field and the till and the cart

And many to count are the stalwart

And many the brave

And many the handsome of face and the handsome of heart

And few that will carry their looks

Or their truth to the grave

I wish one could know them

I wish there were tokens to tell

The fortunate fellows that now you can never discern

And then one could talk with them

Friendly and wish them farewell

And watch them depart on the way that

They will not return

But now you may stare as you like

And there's nothing to scan

And brushing your elbow unguessed-at and not to be told

They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man

The lads that will die in their glory and never be old