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 boy, as fast as ever you can
You must run for Flower before the day is gone
The boy buckled on his yellow and through the woods he sang
Ran till he came to the lady's 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 Wood, though you never come back again
You must go to the Silver Wood to speak with Graeme
I will go to the Wood though I never come back again
The man I most desire to see is my love, Jellon
She had not rid about two mile, it were 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 Rosy Flower, here that you will die
She down 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 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 your kin would me in the morn
Pity on me, dear Jellon Graeme, my pa you need not
I'll bear my baby in the Silver and go and beg my bread
No pity, no for Rosy Flower, on her knees she pray
He stabbed her deep with the silver and at his feet she lay
No pity, no pity for Flower, she was a lying dead
But he had for his little young son a smothering in her

He's torn the baby out of the womb, washed him in water and
him after a robber man, he called him Robin Hood
Then he took him to his and set him on a nurse's knee
He growed as much in a one year time as other ones do in
he took him to read and write and for to learn how to thrive
He learned as 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 for the rest, but never one come for me
It fell out in the when they was a hunting game
They stopped to rest in the 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 would 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 her low, right under that white oak

The little boy chose him an was both keen and sharp
Laid his cheek all along the bow and his father's heart
Lie there, lie there, you Graeme, the grave you will never
see
The place 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 wind blow and left you to die

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