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Jean Ritchie
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Lord Thomas and Fair Ellender
Oh mother oh mother come riddle it down Come riddle two hearts as one Say must I marry fair Ellender Or bring the brown girl home
The brown girl she has house and lands Fair Ellender she has none Oh the best advice I can give you my son Is go bring me the brown girl home
He rode 'til he came to fair Ellender's gate He tinkled the bell with his cane No one so ready and fair Ellender herself To arise and bid him come in
Oh what's the news Lord Thomas, she cried What's the news you've brung to me I've come to ask you to my wedding Now what do you think of me
Oh mother oh mother come riddle it down Come riddle two hearts as one Oh must I go to Lord Thomas's wedding Or stay at home and mourn
Oh the brown girl she's got business there You know you have got none Oh the best advice I can give you my daughter Is to stay at home and mourn
She dressed herself in a snow white dress Her maids they dressed in green And every town that they rode through They took her to be some queen
She rode 'til she came to Lord Thomas's gate She pulled all in her rein No one so ready as Lord Thomas himself To arise and bid her come in
He took her by the lily white hand He led her through the hall He seated her down in a rocking chair 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Amongst those ladies all
Is this your bride Lord Thomas, she cried She looks a wonderful brown You once could have married a maiden as fair As ever the sun shall know
Dispraise her not fair Ellender, he cried Dispraise her not to me For I think more of your little finger Than of her whole body
The brown girl had a little pen knife It being both keen and sharp Betwixt the long ribs and the short Pierced fair Ellender to the heart
Oh what's the matter, Lord Thomas he cried You look so pale and wan You used to have as rosy a color As ever the sun shall know
Oh are you blind Lord Thomas, she cried Or is it you cannot see And can't you see my own heart's blood Come a trinkling down to my knee
Lord Thomas he drew his sword from his side As he run through the hall He cut off the head of his bonny brown bride And kicked it against the wall
Then placing the handle against the wall And the blade a'towards his heart Said did you ever see three true lovers meet That had so soon to part
Oh mother oh mother, go dig my grave And dig it both wide and deep And bury fair Ellender in my arms And the brown girl at my feet
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