Luyện nghe bài hát Jellon Graeme

JELLON
Jellon sat in the wood, he whistled and he sang
He called for his boy who quickly to him ran
up, hurry up, my pretty little boy, as fast as ever you can
You must run for Rosy before the day is gone
The boy buckled on his yellow belt and through the woods he
Ran till he came to the lady's window before the day was
Are you little Rosy Flower, the blood runs 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 come back again
You go to the Silver Wood to speak with Jellon Graeme
I go to the Silver Wood though I never come back again
The man I most to see is my love, Jellon Graeme
She had not rid about two long mile, it were not than three
Till she came to a new dug beneath the white oak tree
Out and sprang young Jellon from out of the woods nearby
Get down, get down, you Rosy Flower, it's here that you die
She jumped down from off her horse, then down her knee
Pity on me, Jellon Graeme, I'm not prepared to die
Wait our babe is born and then you can let me lie
If I spare your life, he said, until our babe is born
I know your pa and all your kin hang me in the morn
Pity on me, dear Jellon Graeme, my pa you not dread
I'll bear my baby in the Wood and go and beg my bread
No pity, no pity for Rosy Flower, on her 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 dead
But pity he had for his little young son a in her

He's the baby out of the womb, washed him in water and blood
Named him a robber man, he called him Robin Hood
Then he 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
Then he took him to read and write and for to learn how to
He as much in the one year time as other ones do in five
But I wonder now, said little Robin, if a woman did me
Many a mother do come for the rest, but one come for me
It fell out in the summertime they was a hunting game
stopped to rest in the Silver Wood, him and Jellon Graeme
I wonder now, said little Robin, why my mammy come for me?
To keep me hid in the Wood, I calls it a cruelty
But I wonder now, says little Robin, if the truth would be

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

You wonder now, said Jellon Graeme, Why 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 keen and
Laid his cheek all along the bow and pierced his heart
Lie there, lie there, you Graeme, the grave you will never
see
The where lies my mammy dear is far too good for thee
I should have torn you out of the and thrown you upon a thorn
Let the wind blow east and the blow west and left you to die

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