Luyện nghe bài hát Jellon Graeme

JELLON
Jellon Graeme sat in the wood, he and he sang
He called for his servant boy who to him ran
Hurry up, hurry up, my pretty little boy, as 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 to the lady's window before the day was gone
Are you awake little Rosy Flower, the blood runs as rain
I was asleep, but now I'm awake, that that calls my name?
You must go to the Silver Wood, though you never back again
You must go to the Silver Wood to with Jellon Graeme
I will go to the Silver Wood 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 not more than three
Till she came to a new dug beneath the white oak tree
Out and young Jellon Graeme from out of the woods nearby
Get down, get down, you Flower, it's here that you will die
She jumped from off her horse, then down upon her knee
Pity on me, dear Graeme, I'm not prepared to die
Wait until our babe is and then you can let me lie
If I should spare your life, he said, until our is born
I know your pa and all your kin hang me in the morn
Pity on me, dear Jellon Graeme, my pa you need not
I'll bear my baby in the Wood and go and beg my bread
No pity, no pity for Flower, on her knees she pray
He stabbed her deep with the silver and at his feet she lay
No pity, no pity for Rosy Flower, she was a dead
But pity he had for his young son a smothering in her

He's torn the out of the womb, washed him in water and blood
him after a robber man, he called 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 time as other do in five
But I wonder now, said little Robin, if a did me bear
a mother do come for the rest, but never one come for me
It fell out in the summertime when was a hunting game
They stopped to in the Silver Wood, him and Jellon Graeme
I wonder now, said little Robin, why my mammy don't for me?
To keep me hid in the Wood, I calls it a cruelty
But I wonder now, says little Robin, if the would ever be

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

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

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

The little boy chose him an arrow was keen and sharp
Laid his cheek all the bow and pierced 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 have torn you out of the womb and you upon a thorn
Let the wind east and the wind blow west and left you to die

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recorded by Peggy and Ewan MacColl on Blood and Roses
see also BANKROSE
JELGRAEM
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