They bore him barefaced on the bierCheryl Frances-HoadThey bore him barefaced on the bier;Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny;And in his grave rain'd many a tear:--Fare you well, my dove!
← LibraryCheryl Frances-Hoad · songThey bore him barefaced on the bierThey bore him barefaced on the bier by Cheryl Frances-Hoad with libretto, IPA, translation, and study tools.Audio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongThey bore him barefaced on the bierCheryl Frances-HoadTheyðˈeɪborebˈɔːhimhˈɪmbarefacedbˈeəfeɪstonˈɒntheðəbierbˈiə;Heyhˈeɪnonnˈɒnnonnyˈnɒni,nonnyˈnɒni,heyhˈeɪnonnyˈnɒni;Andˈændinˈɪnhishˈɪzgraveɡɹeɪvrainɹˈeɪn'dmanymˈɛniaeɪ̯teartɛə:--Farefˈeəyoujˈuːwellwˈɛl,mymˈaɪdovedʌv!