Текст песни Jellon Graeme - Peggy Seeger
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
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