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 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 little Rosy Flower, the blood runs cold as rain
I was asleep, but now I'm awake, who's that that calls my
You must go to the Silver Wood, though you never back again
You must go to the Silver to speak with Jellon Graeme
I will go to the Silver Wood though I never come again
The man I most desire to see is my love, Jellon
She had not rid about two long mile, it were not more three
Till she came to a new dug grave beneath the oak tree
Out and young Jellon Graeme from out of the woods nearby
Get down, get down, you Rosy Flower, it's here that you die
She jumped down off her horse, then down upon her knee
Pity on me, dear Graeme, I'm not prepared to die
Wait until our is born and then you can let me lie
If I should spare your life, he said, 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 baby in the Wood and go and beg my bread
No pity, no for Rosy Flower, on her knees she pray
He stabbed her 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 son a smothering 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 knee
He growed as much in a one year time as other ones do in
Then he took him to read and write and for to learn how to
He learned as in the one year time as other ones do in five
But I wonder now, little 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 when they was a hunting
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 it a cruelty
But I wonder now, little Robin, if the truth would ever be

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

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

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

The little boy him an arrow was both keen and sharp
Laid his cheek all along the bow and his father's heart
Lie there, lie there, you Jellon Graeme, the grave you will
see
The place where lies my mammy dear is far too for thee
I should have torn you out of the womb and thrown you upon a
Let the blow east and the wind blow west and left you to die

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