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jean ritchie - false sir john كلمات الأغنية

false sir john a_wooing came
to a lady young and fair
may colvin was this lady’s name
her father’s only heir
her father’s only heir

he wooed her while she spun the thread
and while they made the hay
until he gained her low consent
to mount and ride away
to mount and ride away

“it’s bring me some of your father’s gold
and some of your mother’s fee
i’ll take thee to some far_off land
and there i’ll marry thee
and there i’ll marry thee.”

she’s gone unto her father’s coffer
where all of his monies lay;
she’s took the yellow and left the white
and lightly skipped away
and lightly skipped away

she’s gone unto her father’s stables
where all of his steeds did stand;
she’s took the best and left the worst
in all her father’s land
in all her father’s land
she’s mounted on a milk_white steed
and he on a dapple gray;
and they rode till they come to a lonesome spot
a cliff by the side of the sea
a cliff by the side of the sea

“light down, light down,” said false sir john;
“your bridal bed you’ll see:
it’s seven women have i drownded here
and the eighth one you shall be
and the eighth one you shall be

“have off, have off your holland smock
with borders all around
for it’s too costly to lav down here
and rot on the cold, cold ground
and rot on the cold, cold ground.”

“turn around, turn around, thou false sir john
and look at the leaves on the tree
it don’t become a gentleman
a naked woman to see
a naked woman to see.”

oh, false sir john has turned around
to gaze at the leaves on the tree;
she’s made a dash with her tender little arms
and pushed him into the sea
and pushed him into the sea
“oh, help! oh, help! may colvin!
oh, help, or i shall drown!
i’ll take you back to your father’s house
and lightly set you down
and lightly set you down.”

“no help, no help,” said may colvin
“no help will you get from me
the bed’s no colder to you, sir
than you thought to give to me
than you thought to give to me.”

she mounted on the milk_white steed
and led the dapple gray
and rode till she come to her father’s house
at the breaking of the day
at the breaking of the day

then up and spoke the little parrot
said: “may colvin, where have you been?
and what have you done with false sir john
that went with you ridin’
that went with you ridin’?”

“oh, hold your tongue, you little parrot
and tell no tales on me
and i’ll buy you a cage of beaten gold
with spokes of ivory
with spokes of ivory.”

- jean ritchie

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