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Jellon Graeme Lyrics - Singles - Seeger Peggy

JELLON GRAEME 

Jellon Graeme sat in the wood, he whistled and he sang 

He called for his servant boy who quickly to him ran 

Hurry up, hurry up, my pretty little boy, as fast as ever you can 

You must run for Rosy Flower before the day is gone 

The boy buckled on his yellow belt and through the woods he sang 

Ran till he came to the lady's window before the day was gone 

Are you awake little Rosy Flower, the blood runs cold as rain 

I 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 again 

You must go to the Silver Wood to speak with Jellon Graeme 

I will go to the Silver Wood though I never come back again 

The man I most desire to see is my love, Jellon Graeme 

She had not rid about two long mile, it were not more than three 

Till she came to a new dug grave beneath the white oak tree 

Out and sprang young Jellon Graeme from out of the woods nearby 

Get down, get down, you Rosy Flower, it's here that you will die 

She jumped down from off her horse, then down upon her knee 

Pity on me, dear Jellon Graeme, I'm not prepared to die 

Wait until our babe is born and then you can let me lie 

If I should spare your life, he said, until our babe is born 

I know your pa and all your kin would hang me in the morn 

Pity on me, dear Jellon Graeme, my pa you need not dread 

I'll bear my baby in the Silver Wood and go and beg my bread 

No pity, no pity for Rosy Flower, on her knees she pray 

He stabbed her deep with the silver steel and at his feet she lay 

No pity, no pity for Rosy Flower, she was a lying dead 

But pity he had for his little young son a smothering in her 

blood 

He's torn the baby out of the womb, washed him in water and blood 

Named him after a robber man, he called him Robin Hood 

Then he took him to his house and set him on a nurse's knee 

He growed as much 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 thrive 

He learned as much in the one year time as other ones do in five 

But I wonder now, said little Robin, if a woman did me bear 

Many a mother do come for the rest, but never one come for me 

It fell out in the summertime when they was a hunting game 

They stopped to rest in the Silver Wood, him and Jellon Graeme 

I 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 cruelty 

But I wonder now, says little Robin, if the truth would ever be 

known 

Why 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 

thee 

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

tree 

The little boy chose him an arrow was both keen and sharp 

Laid his cheek all along the bow and pierced his father's heart 

Lie there, lie there, you Jellon Graeme, the grave you will never 

see 

The place where lies my mammy dear is far too good for thee 

I should have torn you out of the womb and thrown you upon a thorn 

Let the wind blow east and the wind blow west and left you to die 

alone 

Child #90 

recorded by Peggy Seeger and Ewan MacColl on Blood and Roses 

see also SHEATHKF BANKROSE 

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