Luyện nghe bài hát Jellon Graeme

JELLON
Jellon Graeme sat in the wood, he and he sang
He for his servant boy who quickly to him ran
Hurry up, hurry up, my pretty boy, as fast as ever you can
You run for Rosy Flower before the day is gone
The boy buckled on his yellow belt and through the he sang
Ran till he came to the lady's window the day was gone
Are you awake little Rosy Flower, the blood cold as rain
I was asleep, but now I'm awake, who's that calls my name?
You must go to the Silver Wood, though you never come again
You must go to the Silver Wood to speak Jellon Graeme
I will go to the Silver though I never come back again
The man I most desire to see is my love, Graeme
She had not rid about two long mile, it were not than three
Till she came to a new dug grave beneath the white oak
Out and sprang young Jellon Graeme out of the woods nearby
Get down, get down, you Rosy Flower, it's here you will die
She jumped from off her horse, then down upon her knee
Pity on me, dear Jellon Graeme, I'm not to die
until our babe is born and then you can let me lie
If I spare your life, he said, until our babe is born
I your pa and all your kin would hang me in the morn
on me, dear Jellon Graeme, my pa you need not dread
I'll bear my baby in the Wood and go and beg my bread
No pity, no for Rosy Flower, on her knees she pray
He stabbed her deep the silver steel and at his feet she lay
No pity, no pity for Rosy Flower, she was a lying
But pity he had for his little young son a in her

He's torn the baby out of the womb, washed him in and blood
Named him after a robber man, he him Robin Hood
Then he him to his house and set him on a nurse's knee
He as much in a one year time as other ones do in three
Then he him to read and write and for to learn how to thrive
He learned as much in the one year as other ones do in five
But I wonder now, little Robin, if a woman did me bear
Many a mother do come for the rest, but never one for me
It fell out in the summertime they was a hunting game
They stopped to rest in the Silver Wood, him and Jellon
I wonder now, little Robin, why my mammy don't come for me?
To keep me hid in the Silver Wood, I calls it a
But I wonder now, says little Robin, if the truth would be

Why all this is a growing green and under that tree there's

You wonder now, Jellon Graeme, Why your mammy don't come for

Lo, there's the place I laid her low, right under that oak

The little boy him an arrow was both keen and sharp
Laid his cheek all along the bow and pierced his heart
Lie there, lie there, you Graeme, the grave you will never
see
The place where lies my mammy dear is far too good for
I should have torn you out of the and thrown you upon a thorn
Let the wind blow east and the wind west and left you to die

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recorded by Peggy Seeger and Ewan MacColl on and Roses
see also SHEATHKF
JELGRAEM
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