A Song A Day - The Forrester
I am a forester of this land
As ye may plainly see,
It's the mantle of your maidenhead
That I would have from thee.
with me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an.
He's taken her by the milk-white hand,
And by the leylan sleeve,
He's lain her down upon her back
And asked no man's leave.
with me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an.
Now since you've lain me down young man
You must take me up again,
And since you've had your will on me,
Come tell to me your name.
with me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an.
Some call me Jim, some call me John,
Begad it's all the same,
But when I'm in the king's hight court
Erwilian is my name.
with me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an.
She being a good scholar
She's spelt it over again,
Erwilian, that's a Latin word,
But Willy is your name.
with me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an.
Now when he heard his name pronounced,
He mounted his high horse,
She's belted up her petticoat
And followed with all her force.
with me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an.
He rode and she ran
A long summer day,
Until they came by the river
That's commonly called the Tay.
with me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an.
The water it's too deep my love,
I'm afraid you cannot wade,
But afore he'd ridden his horse well in
She was on the other side.
with me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an.
She went up to the king's high door,
She knocked and she went in,
Said one of your chancellor's robbed me,
And he's robbed me right and clean.
with me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an.
Has he robbed you of your mantle,
Has he robbed you of your ring,
No he's robbed me of my maidenhead
And another I can't find.
with me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an.
If he be a married man
Then hanged he shall be,
And if he be a single man
He shall marry thee.
with me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an.
This couple they got married,
They live in Huntley town,
She's the Earl of Airlie's daughter,
And he's the blacksmith's son.
with me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an.
Old Medieval song - performed by Bedlam
from the New York Renaissance Faire c.1995
It's the mantle of your maidenhead
That I would have from thee.
with me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an.
He's taken her by the milk-white hand,
And by the leylan sleeve,
He's lain her down upon her back
And asked no man's leave.
with me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an.
Now since you've lain me down young man
You must take me up again,
And since you've had your will on me,
Come tell to me your name.
with me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an.
Some call me Jim, some call me John,
Begad it's all the same,
But when I'm in the king's hight court
Erwilian is my name.
with me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an.
She being a good scholar
She's spelt it over again,
Erwilian, that's a Latin word,
But Willy is your name.
with me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an.
Now when he heard his name pronounced,
He mounted his high horse,
She's belted up her petticoat
And followed with all her force.
with me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an.
He rode and she ran
A long summer day,
Until they came by the river
That's commonly called the Tay.
with me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an.
The water it's too deep my love,
I'm afraid you cannot wade,
But afore he'd ridden his horse well in
She was on the other side.
with me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an.
She went up to the king's high door,
She knocked and she went in,
Said one of your chancellor's robbed me,
And he's robbed me right and clean.
with me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an.
Has he robbed you of your mantle,
Has he robbed you of your ring,
No he's robbed me of my maidenhead
And another I can't find.
with me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an.
If he be a married man
Then hanged he shall be,
And if he be a single man
He shall marry thee.
with me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an.
This couple they got married,
They live in Huntley town,
She's the Earl of Airlie's daughter,
And he's the blacksmith's son.
with me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an.
Old Medieval song - performed by Bedlam
from the New York Renaissance Faire c.1995
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