paroles de chanson Jack Orion - Pentangle

Jack O'Riordan was as good a fiddler as e'er did fiddle on a string
He could make young women mad to the tune his fiddle would sing
He could fiddle the fish out of salt
Water, or water from a marble stem
Or the milk out of a maiden's breast, though by the sheep got meant
He's taken his fiddle into his hand
He's fiddled unto his song and now he's played
Unto the king who never thought it blunt
As he sat fiddling in a castle hall, he's played them all so soundly
Oh, but for the young princess and for love she stayed a while
At first he played a slow grave tune and then a gay one too
And many's the sigh and the loving word that passed between them two
"Come to my court," speaks Jack O'Riordan
"When all men are dressed as I am a lady
True to my word, thou shalt be a welcome guest
" He's wrapped his fiddle in a cloth of green
In a cloth of green
And a glad man was he
And a glad man was he when he ran on
When he ran on to his own house
To his own house saying, "Come, come hither to me." When day has
Dawned and the cocks have crowned and have flapped their wings so
White, this I am bidden to that lady's
Door to stretch out by her side
"Lie down in your bed, my good master, and sleep long as you may
I'll keep good watch and I'll wake on you
Three hours before 'tis day." But he rose up
But he rose up
That worthless lad
That worthless lad
His master's clothes did come
His master's clothes did come
And cut his gown
And cut his gown
About his neck
About his neck
He seemed a gentleman
Well, he did take that lady gay, loads of vows so grand and good
But down upon the floor he lay.Hand in hand across the world we came
For a while we did roam
And in and out of hell and home
The moonlight on the road did glow
Ragged are your stockings now
Still they use for cheating you
Untangle this that yellow hair
How tiresome it is to me
The stockings belong to my boy Tom
Hail the first bell to ring along
Though women did tangle my yellow hair
How sorry to move along
Tom took his fiddle into his hands
So saucily did he sing
Then he's off back to his master's house
As fast as he could run
Wake up, wake up, my good master
I fear 'tis almost dawn
Wake up, wake up, the cock has crowed
It's time that you were gone
Then quickly rose old Jack O'Ryan
Put on his cloak and shoes
And cast a collar about his neck
He was all lost too soon
And when he came to the lady's bower
He lightly rattled at the pin
The lady was true to her word
She arose and let him in
Oh whether have you left with me
Your bracelet or your glove
Or are you returned back again
To no more hear my love
Jack O'rions for a bloody oath
By oak and ash and bitter thorn
Saying lady I never was in your house
Since the day that I was born
Oh then it was your young foot hate
That hath so cruelly beguiled me
And oh that the blood of the ruffian lad
Should spring in my body
Then she put forth her letter-sharp knife
That hung down at her knee
O'er her white feet the red blood ran
O'er her hand grew stain
And dead she lay on her bower floor
At the dawning of the day.Jack O'Riordans ran to his own house
Sayin' "Tom, me boy, come here to me
Come hither now
And I'll pay your fee
And well paid you shall be." If I ha-a-ve killed a man tonight
Tom, I would tell it thee
Or if I have taken no life tonight
Tom, thou hast taken three
Then he pulled out his bright broad sword and he pulled
Out his bright broad sword, his bright broad sword
And he smote off that vile bat's head, that vile bat's head
And asked for no man's heed
He set the sword's point, he set the sword's
Point unto his breast, onto his breast
And the pommel to her stone, the pommel to her stone
For through the falseness, through the falseness of that
Lying cur, of that lying lad these three lives were overrun