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 fast as 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 to the lady's window before the day was gone
Are you awake Rosy Flower, the blood runs cold as rain
I was asleep, but now I'm awake, who's that calls my name?
You go to the Silver Wood, though you never come back again
You must go to the Silver Wood to with Jellon 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 long mile, it were not more three
Till she to a new dug grave beneath the white oak tree
Out and sprang Jellon Graeme from out of the woods nearby
Get down, get down, you Rosy Flower, it's that you will die
She jumped down from off her horse, then down upon her
on me, dear Jellon Graeme, I'm not prepared to die
Wait until our babe is and then you can let me lie
If I should your life, he said, until our babe is born
I know your pa and all your kin would hang me in the
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 lying
But he had for his little young son a smothering in her

He's the baby out of the womb, washed him in water and blood
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 in a one year time as other ones do in three
Then he took him to read and write and for to how to thrive
He learned as much in the one 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 they was a game
They to rest in the Silver Wood, him and Jellon Graeme
I wonder now, little 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 little Robin, if the would ever be

Why all this woods is a growing green and under that tree

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

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

The little boy him an arrow was both keen and sharp
Laid his cheek all along the bow and pierced his father's
Lie there, lie there, you Graeme, the grave you will never
see
The place where lies my mammy dear is far too good for
I should torn you out of the womb and thrown you upon a thorn
Let the wind blow and the wind blow west and left you to die

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