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eastbound2023-09-06 08:14 pm
silverneedles) wrote in eastbound2023-09-06 08:14 pm
video | un: qishan
[ Wen Qing appears, filming from one of the monk cells on Mount Nathadi. She looks stern and annoyed, with a ghostly monk in the background looking rather delighted. ]
I have been asked to provide cheer to the crowd, and when I inquired to the specifics, the monk provided me with a song to sing. [ She waves a piece of paper, scribbled on with lyrics. ] A-Ning, you are not allowed to listen to this.
[ She looks back at the monk, who gestures for her to hurry up, and turns back to the camera to launch into her song. Her voice is lovely, and she can carry a tune, but that's about the nicest thing anyone can say about her performance. ]
A rambling young sailor to Unkharil came down,
He’d been paid off his ship in old Yancai town....
[ She continues through the entire song, trying to maintain a neutral expression and mostly managing, although by the end her cheeks are red. The monk in the background looks delighted, occasionally sniggering and cackling, and provides rousing applause at the end.
As soon as she's done, Wen Qing bows to the camera and abruptly shuts it off. ]
A rambling young sailor to Unkharil came down,
He’d been paid off his ship in old Yancai town.
When they asked who he was, well, he answered them, “Right,
I do belong to a family called nine times a night.”
A buxom young widow who still wore her weeds,
Well, her husband had left her his money and deeds,
And resolved she was on her conjugal rights
To soften her sorrow with nine times a night.
So she sent for her serving girls Ann and Amelia
To keep a look out for this wonderful sailor.
And if ever by chance he appeared in their sight
They should bring her the glad tidings of nine times a night.
She was favoured by fortune the very next day,
These giggling girls saw him coming their way.
And upstairs they rushed full of amorous delight,
“ Oh, here comes that bold sailor with his nine times a night.”
Well, she danced out of bed and she pulled on her clothes
And down to the hall door like lightening she goes.
And she viewed him all over and gave him a smack
And the bargain was struck: no more sailing for Jack.
Well, the wedding was over, the bride tolled the bell,
Jack trimmed her sails five times and that pleased her well.
She vowed in her heart she was satisfied quite
Yet she still gives sly hints about nine times a night.
Says Jack, “My dear bride, you mistook me quite wrong,
I said to that family I did belong:
Nine times a night’s a bit hard for a man;
I couldn’t do it myself, but my sister she can.”
I have been asked to provide cheer to the crowd, and when I inquired to the specifics, the monk provided me with a song to sing. [ She waves a piece of paper, scribbled on with lyrics. ] A-Ning, you are not allowed to listen to this.
[ She looks back at the monk, who gestures for her to hurry up, and turns back to the camera to launch into her song. Her voice is lovely, and she can carry a tune, but that's about the nicest thing anyone can say about her performance. ]
A rambling young sailor to Unkharil came down,
He’d been paid off his ship in old Yancai town....
[ She continues through the entire song, trying to maintain a neutral expression and mostly managing, although by the end her cheeks are red. The monk in the background looks delighted, occasionally sniggering and cackling, and provides rousing applause at the end.
As soon as she's done, Wen Qing bows to the camera and abruptly shuts it off. ]
A rambling young sailor to Unkharil came down,
He’d been paid off his ship in old Yancai town.
When they asked who he was, well, he answered them, “Right,
I do belong to a family called nine times a night.”
A buxom young widow who still wore her weeds,
Well, her husband had left her his money and deeds,
And resolved she was on her conjugal rights
To soften her sorrow with nine times a night.
So she sent for her serving girls Ann and Amelia
To keep a look out for this wonderful sailor.
And if ever by chance he appeared in their sight
They should bring her the glad tidings of nine times a night.
She was favoured by fortune the very next day,
These giggling girls saw him coming their way.
And upstairs they rushed full of amorous delight,
“ Oh, here comes that bold sailor with his nine times a night.”
Well, she danced out of bed and she pulled on her clothes
And down to the hall door like lightening she goes.
And she viewed him all over and gave him a smack
And the bargain was struck: no more sailing for Jack.
Well, the wedding was over, the bride tolled the bell,
Jack trimmed her sails five times and that pleased her well.
She vowed in her heart she was satisfied quite
Yet she still gives sly hints about nine times a night.
Says Jack, “My dear bride, you mistook me quite wrong,
I said to that family I did belong:
Nine times a night’s a bit hard for a man;
I couldn’t do it myself, but my sister she can.”