Luyện nghe bài hát Jellon Graeme

JELLON
Graeme sat in the wood, he whistled and he sang
He for his servant boy who quickly to him ran
Hurry up, hurry up, my pretty little boy, as as ever you can
You must run for Rosy before the day is gone
The boy buckled on his yellow and through the woods he sang
Ran till he to the lady's window before the day was gone
Are you awake little Rosy Flower, the runs cold as rain
I was asleep, but now I'm awake, who's that calls my name?
You go to the Silver Wood, though you never come back again
You go to the Silver Wood to speak with Jellon Graeme
I will go to the Silver Wood though I never back again
The man I most desire to see is my love, Jellon
She had not rid about two long mile, it not more than three
Till she came to a new dug grave beneath the oak tree
Out and sprang young Jellon Graeme from out of the woods
Get down, get down, you Rosy Flower, it's here you will die
She jumped down from off her horse, then upon her knee
Pity on me, Jellon Graeme, I'm not prepared to die
Wait until our babe is born and you can let me lie
If I should spare life, he said, until our babe is born
I know your pa and all kin would hang me in the morn
Pity on me, Jellon Graeme, my pa you need not dread
I'll bear my baby in the Silver Wood and go and beg my
No pity, no pity for Rosy Flower, on her she pray
He her deep with the silver steel and at his feet she lay
No pity, no pity for Rosy Flower, she was a 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 water and
Named him after a robber man, he called him Hood
Then he took him to his house and set him on a nurse's
He growed as much in a one year time as other do in three
Then he took him to read and write and for to how to thrive
He learned as much in the one time as other ones do in five
But I wonder now, little Robin, if a woman did me bear
a mother do come for the rest, but never one come for me
It fell out in the summertime when they was a game
They to rest in the Silver Wood, him and Jellon Graeme
I wonder now, said little Robin, why my mammy don't for me?
To me hid in the Silver Wood, I calls it a cruelty
But I wonder now, says little Robin, if the truth ever be

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

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

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

The boy chose 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 my mammy dear is far too good for thee
I should have torn you out of the womb and thrown you upon a
Let the wind blow east and the blow west and left you to die

#90
recorded by Peggy Seeger and Ewan MacColl on and Roses
see also BANKROSE
JELGRAEM
SF
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