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 run for Rosy Flower before the day is gone
The boy on his yellow belt and through the woods he sang
Ran till he came to the lady's window before the day was
Are you awake little Rosy Flower, the blood runs cold as
I was asleep, but now I'm awake, who's that calls my name?
You must go to the Silver Wood, you never come back again
You must go to the Wood to speak 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 were not more three
Till she came to a new dug grave the white oak tree
Out and sprang Jellon Graeme from out of the woods nearby
Get down, get down, you Rosy Flower, here 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 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 would me in the morn
Pity on me, dear Jellon Graeme, my pa you 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 knees she
He stabbed her with the silver steel and at his feet she lay
No pity, no pity for Rosy Flower, she was a lying
But he had for his little young son a smothering in her

He's torn the baby out of the womb, him in water and blood
him after a robber man, he called him Robin Hood
Then he took him to his house and set him on a knee
He growed as in a one year time as other ones do in three
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 Robin, if a woman did me bear
Many a mother do come for the rest, but one come for me
It fell out in the summertime when was a hunting game
They to rest in the Silver Wood, him and Jellon Graeme
I wonder now, said Robin, why my mammy don't come for me?
To keep me hid in the Silver Wood, I it a cruelty
But I wonder now, says Robin, if the truth would ever be

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

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

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

The little boy chose him an arrow was keen and sharp
Laid his all along the bow and pierced his father's heart
Lie there, lie there, you Jellon Graeme, the grave you will
see
The place where lies my 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

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recorded by Peggy Seeger and Ewan MacColl on Blood and
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