They bore him barefaced on the bierStanley GrillThey 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!
← LibraryStanley Grill · songThey bore him barefaced on the bierThey bore him barefaced on the bier by Stanley Grill 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 bierStanley GrillTheyðˈeɪborebˈɔːhimhˈɪmbarefacedbˈeəfeɪstonˈɒntheðəbierbˈiə;Heyhˈeɪnonnˈɒnnonnyˈnɒni,nonnyˈnɒni,heyhˈeɪnonnyˈnɒni;Andˈændinˈɪnhishˈɪzgraveɡɹeɪvrainɹˈeɪn'dmanymˈɛniaeɪ̯teartɛə:--Farefˈeəyoujˈuːwellwˈɛl,mymˈaɪdovedʌv!