Luyện nghe bài hát Jellon Graeme

JELLON
Jellon Graeme sat in the wood, he and he sang
He called for his boy who quickly to him ran
Hurry up, hurry up, my pretty little boy, as as ever you can
You must run for Rosy Flower 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 before the day was
Are you awake Rosy Flower, the blood runs cold as rain
I was asleep, but now I'm awake, who's that that my name?
You must go to the Wood, though you never come back again
You must go to the Silver to speak with Jellon Graeme
I will go to the Wood though I never come back again
The man I desire to see is my love, Jellon Graeme
She had not rid about two long mile, it were not more three
she came to a new dug grave beneath the white oak tree
Out and sprang young Jellon Graeme from out of the woods
Get down, get down, you Rosy Flower, it's that 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
Wait until our babe is and then you can let me lie
If I spare your life, he said, until our babe is born
I know pa and all your kin would hang me in the morn
Pity on me, dear Graeme, my pa you need not dread
I'll bear my in the Silver Wood and go and beg my bread
No pity, no pity for Rosy Flower, on her knees she
He stabbed her deep the silver steel and at his feet she lay
No pity, no for Rosy Flower, she was a lying dead
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
he took him to his house and set him on a nurse's knee
He growed as much in a one year time as other ones do in
he took him to read and write and for to learn how to thrive
He learned as much in the one year time as other ones do in
But I wonder now, said Robin, if a woman did me bear
Many a do come for the rest, but never one come for me
It fell out in the summertime they was a hunting game
They stopped to rest in the Silver Wood, him and Graeme
I wonder now, said little Robin, why my mammy 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 woods is a growing green and under that there's

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

Lo, the place I laid her low, right under that white oak

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

#90
recorded by Seeger and Ewan MacColl on Blood and Roses
see also SHEATHKF
JELGRAEM
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