Текст песни Seeger Peggy - Chylde Owlet
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CHYLDE OWLETLady Erskine sits in her bowerA sewing her silken seamA bonnie sark for Chylde OwletAs he gangs oot and inHis face was fair, lang was his hairShe`s ca`d him to come nighOh ye maun cuckold Lord RonaldFor a` his lands and kyeOh lady, hold your tongue for shameThat such a thing e`er be doneHow could I cuckold Lord RonaldAnd me his sister`s sonThen she`s ta`en oot a wee penknifeThat lay beside her bedAnd pricked hersel below her breistWhich made her body bleedLord Ronald`s come into her bowerWhaur she did mak` her maneOh, wha`s is a` this blood, he saysThat sparks on your hearth stane?Young Chylde Owlet, your sister`s sonIs new gane frae my bowerGin I hadnae been a good womanI`d hae been Chylde Owlet`s whoreThen he has ta`en young Chylde OwletCast him in prison strangAnd a his men a council heldTo work Chylde Owlet wrangSome said Chylde Owlet should be hungSome said that he should burnSome said they would hae Chylde OwletBetween wild horses tornThere are horses in my stable standCan rin richt speedilyIt`s ye maun tae my stable gangAnd wile oot four far meThey`ve put a horse to ilka footand ain tae ilka handAnd sent them oot ower Elkin MoorAs fast as they could gangThere wasnae grass nor heather knoweNor broom nor bonnie whinBut drappit wi` Chylde Owlet`s bloodAnd pieces o` his skinThere wasnae stane on Elkin MoorNor yet a piece o` rushBut drappit wi` Chylde Owlet`s bloodAnd pieces o` his fleshChild #291recorded by Peggy Seeger and Ewan MacColl on Blood & Rosesfilename[ CHDOWLETSF===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===