Ask about the background of an English song and explain that Joannie Madden-Ban tried a girl's elegy.

Joanie Madden, an Irish six-hole flute master, was born in new york on 1965. Her parents are Irish immigrants. At first, she studied violin and piano, but only a six-hole whistle could interest her.

Who will cultivate, who will sow.

Who cares about the sheep and who prunes them clean?

The grain was piled up in the yard before it was hit.

Because Johnny has set out to fight the despicable Spanish king.

A girl from Boyne went to bed with sadness.

The piper came home and blew his bellows by the fire.

Because Johnny, dear Johnny, is fighting the wind and waves at sea.

Together with other patriots, against the cruel king of Spain.

When enemies appear around, they will arouse their thoughts.

Feel sorry for their brave leader and look everywhere.

The vulgar and lazy guards had to be busy in the barn.

Because the brave boys rebelled against the greedy king of Spain.

I'll never see you again in the morning rush hour.

I can't wait for you to come back and tell your heroic deeds.

I will never see you fighting with arrogant nobles again.

Because as far as our eyes can see, we can't see the suffering you have experienced.

If fate is ruthless, you will never return.

Because we lost you, we will never stop thinking about you.

Stop laughing and die in pain and sorrow.

Johnny died in a distant place for the glory of Ireland.

The elegy of miss bantry

The magic of music is not only that it can make you associate, but also that it can change a person's mood. When I was upset, I heard this song "Lament for the Girl of Bantry", and my heart was only quiet, and my soul seemed to be brought into an illusory dream. This song is selected from "Irish Whistle Song 2" by Joanie Madden, an Irish six-hole whistle master.

"The gentle Irish bagpipes complain, and the pure timbre refuses to be accompanied by noise. Authentic performance makes people feel the simplest range, and the ear is the breeze whispering to you. Beautiful rhythm and melody flow with picturesque scenery and touching feelings until people are intoxicated in the depths of their hearts. In the slow and sad chirping of thrush, the sounds of piano, acoustic guitar and harp appear from time to time, as if half of a singer's back is faintly exposed, and the unspeakable mood can't wait to vomit, and the sentimental sublimation gradually turns into shining tears, touching your heartstrings and spreading your thoughts, and your eyes are unconsciously moist.