Текст песни Seeger Peggy - Jellon Graeme
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JELLON GRAEMEJellon Graeme sat in the wood, he whistled and he sangHe called for his servant boy who quickly to him ranHurry up, hurry up, my pretty little boy, as fast as ever you canYou must run for Rosy Flower before the day is goneThe boy buckled on his yellow belt and through the woods he sangRan till he came to the lady`s window before the day was goneAre you awake little Rosy Flower, the blood runs cold as rainI was asleep, but now I`m awake, who`s that that calls my name?You must go to the Silver Wood, though you never come back againYou must go to the Silver Wood to speak with Jellon GraemeI will go to the Silver Wood though I never come back againThe man I most desire to see is my love, Jellon GraemeShe had not rid about two long mile, it were not more than threeTill she came to a new dug grave beneath the white oak treeOut and sprang young Jellon Graeme from out of the woods nearbyGet down, get down, you Rosy Flower, it`s here that you will dieShe jumped down from off her horse, then down upon her kneePity on me, dear Jellon Graeme, I`m not prepared to dieWait until our babe is born and then you can let me lieIf I should spare your life, he said, until our babe is bornI know your pa and all your kin would hang me in the mornPity on me, dear Jellon Graeme, my pa you need not dreadI`ll bear my baby in the Silver Wood and go and beg my breadNo pity, no pity for Rosy Flower, on her knees she prayHe stabbed her deep with the silver steel and at his feet she layNo pity, no pity for Rosy Flower, she was a lying deadBut pity he had for his little young son a smothering in her bloodHe`s torn the baby out of the womb, washed him in water and bloodNamed him after a robber man, he called him Robin HoodThen he took him to his house and set him on a nurse`s kneeHe growed as much in a one year time as other ones do in threeThen he took him to read and write and for to learn how to thriveHe learned as much in the one year time as other ones do in fiveBut I wonder now, said little Robin, if a woman did me bearMany a mother do come for the rest, but never one come for meIt fell out in the summertime when they was a hunting gameThey stopped to rest in the Silver Wood, him and Jellon GraemeI wonder now, said little Robin, why my mammy don`t come for me?To keep me hid in the Silver Wood, I calls it a crueltyBut I wonder now, says little Robin, if the truth would ever be knownWhy all this woods is a growing green and under that tree there`s none?You wonder now, said Jellon Graeme, Why your mammy don`t come for theeLo, there`s the place I laid her low, right under that white oak treeThe little boy chose him an arrow was both keen and sharpLaid his cheek all along the bow and pierced his father`s heartLie there, lie there, you Jellon Graeme, the grave you will never seeThe place where lies my mammy dear is far too good for theeI should have torn you out of the womb and thrown you upon a thornLet the wind blow east and the wind blow west and left you to die aloneChild #90recorded by Peggy Seeger and Ewan MacColl on Blood and Rosessee also SHEATHKF BANKROSEfilename[ JELGRAEMSF===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===